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Art broke his wrist.

But don’t be alarmed! He’s doing fine.

Last night on the way out to the car, Art slipped and broke his wrist. Jess and the kids were en route to meet me in St. Paul for dinner. Apparently Art cried real hard, but like most times he falls he recovered shortly after. But after they picked me up in St. Paul it was clear his wrist was tender and he didn’t want anyone near it. So we went to urgent care and indeed, as evidenced by an x-ray (see below), it’s broken. It’s not cracked like older folks bones would be, it sorta just got squished and there’s a little bump in the bone. The doctor said he’s seen a million of them and to just take it easy and wear a brace for a month and it’ll be fine. He actually said a thousand years ago they wouldn’t have done anything and it’d heal fine–the brace is just to prevent re-injury.

Lewis joined us at urgent care and spent most of the time tootling up and down the hallway pushing a chair (see photo below).

Arthur woke up in pain once last night, which, speaking for myself, was probably the hardest moment I’ve had as a parent thus far. He was crying, confused, scared, and in pain, and there nothing Jess or I could do except just hold him. It was just really sad. But we gave him some kids Tylenol and he fell back asleep and didn’t wake up the rest of the night. And today he’s not complained about pain at all!


(taken with my camera phone)

Manners!

Table manners were always important in my house when we grew up.  We had to use our silverware the right way, we had to wait until everyone was sitting down before we could start serving ourselves and we had to "scrape, rinse and put" our dishes in the dishwasher after we were done.  Well, tonight after dinner Art got up while he was talking and just took his plate in to the kitchen.  I didn't even realize he'd done it until I was about to get up and saw his plate was gone.  My sister may be the only one who truly knows how happy this makes me.

Lewis is huge, and his head is really big, too.

Lewis had his check-up yesterday.  I wish they could have explained why our usually happy and self-sustaining baby has been so whiny lately.  Blame it on teething.  I'm just going to  blame it on teething.  

But he's in GREAT health!  Growing nicely, almost too nicely.  His weight-to-length ratio has been going up and up so she said we need to really wean him off those middle of the night bottles, not just for his sleeping but for is waistline!  Length/height?  2ft 6inch.  Weight?  25lb 14oz.  Head?  99th percentile!  But she wasn't concerned that his head is bigger that 98% of other babies his age since I told her that it runs in the family.  Poor "Big Head Ben".  
But as my sister noted, Lewis does have much more of a neck than Art did at the same age.  Art even noticed Lewis's neck, however he just noticed it wasn't a big one.  "Lewis has a small neck.  Why does he have a small neck?"
About Art, he likes school and will actually admit it now – almost.  In fact he actually said, "Kind of," when I asked him if he liked school.  He asks at least once a day if it is school-time.  I don't know how much of his need to know is because he wants to go, how much is because he doesn't want to go and how much is because he just doesn't know how to keep track of the days of the week.  All three, of course.
Ooops.  A chair just butted up against my butt.  That would be Lewis pushing a chair around the room.  It's not unusual to be looking at the dining room table and all of a sudden one of the chairs starts to move itself out.  

Michael has to make a poop.

I'm playing with Arthur in the basement right now and am taking a quick break to blog something funny. Last night Uncle Mike was here playing with Art and they had a real fun time in the basement playing all sorts of made-up games. So tonight Arthur is pretending to be Michael, saying, "Michael is going to do this or that, Michael is going to throw the ball, etc." Well, right in the middle of having lots of fun, Art danced around in a circle and said, "Michael has to make a poop, Papa!"