Archive for April, 2011

So, how was your Big Easter Party?

Over here in D-town, there was a big massive blowout with kids from all over the neighborhood (and the state) hunting eggs, munchin’ chocolate bunnies, and generally having a great time running wild. And jumping. And jostling. And rolling around….

Then this happened.

Boys will be boys, right?

It’s tough being the littlest one of the kids in the crowd, and on this particular Easter Sunday, that toughness extended to a clean break in the radius and ulna just above the little guy’s wrist.

And away we flew (at the posted speed limit, let me assure you) to continue our patronage of the Emergency Room at Durham Regional Hospital, where the crew knows me by name (eight rounds of rabies shots last year) and Xak by cute reputation.

The staff of Durham Regional is super-pro. Xak was through the door past the waiting area and right into a room, no waiting.

It was only a few minutes (and one dose of grape flavored acetaminophen) before the doctors had been and gone, xrays completed, tears all dried away and a temporary splint applied to the fracture.

In this photo, Xak is feasting on raisins, having already consumed an apple during registration.

Mind you, this is less than an hour after the break.

Today, we went to see the good folks at Triangle Orthopedic (where daddy served as an unpaid intern in pursuit of his Allied Health degree).

As you can see, he is sucking the thumb on the broken arm.

Xak was pronounced “a total bada$$“, and a cast was installed. This being NC, and Triangle Orthopedic being the big “sports medicine” practice, when it comes to the color or your cast – you get Carolina Blue, or you can go somewhere else.

In very short terms, the doctor’s prognosis is this: Xak’s healthy little bones will straighten right out as they grow.

He drew an illustration of the process on that paper they cover the exam tables with, but it was pencil, and too light to photograph.

We go back in three weeks to see how awful it smells on the inside of his cast.

Later today, we went to the park, where Xak practiced walking the dog southpaw, and daddy realized the camera was in the car.

This event has proven, without a doubt, that Xak is most definitely His Mother’s Son. He went through the whole experience with very -very- little screaming and crying, and no real “histrionics”.

Anyone who knows yours truly (The Daddy) can imagine the kind of hysterical screaming (and eventual passing out from shock) that would have ensued had such an injury occurred to me.

God Bless You, Mommy – you built him tough.

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PS (and by popular demand): if you want to send him something, he is very big on the Hot Wheels cars right now. Flowers, not so much.

When Daddy was a little boy, he loved cars. Xak has just discovered them. Here he is with an enormous car park that his Great-Grammy got him for his birthday:

He also got two sets of headgear – one from mommy, one from daddy – see if you can figure out which one comes from whence:

Xak had a lot of fun on his second b-day…some random stuff:

Here are Mommy’s photos from our recent trip through the deep south – Grammas, Great Grammas, Cousins, Uncles, Aunts and Dogs-in-Law, oh my!

There are 128 of these and Daddy has another 50 or so on his camera for later posting…

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