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So, Superbowl Sunday we had the family over for GB’s early birthday party. He turns 9 on this coming Saturday. Everything was going pretty well. We had eaten cake and he had opened some really nice presents. Aquagirl is a camera fiend and decided to take a few candid shots of GB. He hates candid shots. He wants to know when the picture is being taken and decides how much of himself he will show. Soooooooo, he ran away from Aquagirl…… on our hardwood floors, in stocking feet.

Can you see the picture I’m painting?

Yes. He fell. He hates to cry and he hates to have people know that he hurts, so he very quietly crawled over to me (I was resting on the couch), climbed into my lap, turned his face away from everyone, and tried really hard to not show his pain.

All during the Superbowl, he crawled around the house, rather than walking. But I just figured it would feel better tomorrow. That’s how boo-boos go. He laughed, he talked to everyone, he played games with the neighbor’s kids. But he wouldn’t put weight down on it.

Next day, he’s still limping and not putting weight down on it, so I ask to take a peek at where it hurts. Weirdly enough, he had a quarter sized bruise on the very bottom of his foot. I’ve never seen a bruise on the bottom of a foot before. So, I thought, well that’s why he won’t put weight down.

This morning, he’s still limping. He says now his toes are bruised. He climbs up onto the counter for me to look closely (I’m still not allowed to lift more than 10 pounds), splits his toes apart and, dag, there is a monster bruise between the toes. The last time I saw a bruise like that was on me when I BROKE my toe on the exercise equipment last summer.

So, we hop into the car and head to the hospital. I’m figuring, they didn’t really do anything to me when I broke my toe. Just buddy taped it to the other toe. But I want to know if he really broke it and my pdoc doesn’t have an x-ray machine, so I skip him and head straight to the hospital where they DO have an x-ray machine.

Here is the punch line. Poor little baby didn’t break his toe. He broke his FOOT! Can you believe it? This is why I always say, “No running in the house!” But when Mom is resting on the couch anything goes.

I did try to use this as a little learning experience. The Doc was very patient with us. I asked her to show us the x-ray, and where she thought the break was. Didn’t look like much to me, but we were both pretty fascinated with how his foot looked on x-ray. Kinda bony ~ ha, ha!

So now we have to postpone his birthday trip to Laser Quest, and he obviously cannot swim in the swim meet this weekend.

But he DOES like his nifty little crutches. He’s been showing them to everybody. He showed everybody in the waiting room at the hospital. He showed the firemen at Subway (went there to make up for his bad morning), and was really thrilled to show his big brother that he had crutches “just like yours!”….Jabem broke two toes, both times at the karate studio…. These are not the aspects of Jabem that I want GB to aspire to… LOL

They are cute little crutches, and he does look funny with that Michael Jordan tongue thing he’s got going on…. LOL