It was a good day. We didn't spend a ton of time at the beach--we got there sorta late in the afternoon and just wanted to intro the kids to it, before going back for a day-long stay on Saturday. They loved it. James got exhausted in the waves, as was the design, and Juliet got beat up a bit in the shallow wash, and mainly got covered in sand. We came back to the condo and grilled and put the kids to bed early. Vacation, all I ever wanted.
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| Pool to ourselves (Juliet in foreground) |
Things went sideways on Tuesday, though. The day started off normally enough. A nice morning at the pool. James caught a gecko in his hands and put it in his little bug cage. Just after Juliet awoke from her nap, James went downstairs to the sidewalk to hunt for more geckos (he's obsessed). He leaped off a low wall to catch one and...broke his foot. At least we think it's broken. I took him to the emergency care office in town, and the X-rays were inconclusive (we're awaiting a call today from a pediatric radiologist with a final verdict). We were really worried he'd have to get a cast put on which would essentially end our vacation just as it begun, it being a heavily swimming-centered vacation. But instead he got a clunky plastic boot and the go-ahead to use the pool as long as he doesn't run or jump. And he can't play in the waves, either, poor kid.
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| The intrepid hunter, before the accident... |
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| ...and after |
So...if it's broken, it's two weeks, then back to the doctor (which is inconvenient, seeing as we're supposed to be in the Outer Banks in two weeks.) And if it's not (please, God), he just has to wear it until it stops hurting.
EDIT: Just got a call--it's a break. Ugh, poor kid. Now I've got to take him to a doctor down here to see if he needs to get a cast.--and a cast, it needn't be said, is pretty much a vacation ruiner.
Setting that aside for a moment, the rest of the day was ok considering, with the kids watching tv and James sporting a bag of frozen veggies on his foot. We ordered pizza from a local woodfired place which was perfectly cromulent.
Today was...a bit better. The morning was spent in the pool, where we had a nice long chat with one of the year-round residents about the merits of Cape Canaveral living. Juliet pretty much paddled around endlessly "all by herself," occasionally climbing back out just to throw herself back in again. James did his best to leave his left leg trailing behind him, even as we all played tag in the water. On the way back to the condo, however, James leaned on a tree in *another* effort to catch a gecko and, trying to right himself against it, left a few deep splinters in his fingertips.
Total insanity ensued. After a literal hour of screaming and pleading, I managed to extract a tiny sliver of bark from his finger, leaving the other piece in there for later ("Daddy, PLEASE leave that one for now and let me go.") Whereas the afternoon was spent in the pool again, this time with both James and Juliet ruthlessly chatting up some helpless retiree who just wanted to enjoy her book in peace, the afterpool session featured another hour and a half of freaking out about getting the remaining itsy bitsy splinter out. On a facetime call, Grandpa suggested sucking on the finer to draw the splinter closer to the surface, and low and behold, the wisdom of the ages proved true, and it came right out (without the aid of any of the needles we'd sterilized for the purpose).
Tomorrow, James is off to the orthopedist to see if he really does need a cast instead of the boot. Please no.
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