One of my grandson's suffered a broken leg last week. When my son called and told me I thought he was joking. I had just spent about a hour on the phone with them so it's not unusual for them to do a mimic comedy call afterwards. In that call was a quote from me where I said, "barring any emergencies or unforeseen disasters" next year we can move forward with blah, blah, blah plan. Usually when I say we need to talk about something the response is "how long is this going to take", or "can we talk about this later"...later never comes as I am still waiting for anyone of them to come look at how I record stuff, where the checkbook is, how to find passwords, what needs to be paid and when in case something should happen to me. I am down to the nitty gritty of paying off my mortgage relatively soon, knowing my luck something will happen twenty nine years and ten months into it and they'll find themselves battling foreclosure over the last two months of payments. I'll come out of a coma finding out I lost everything. This time though he was serious, our little fella had a broken leg.
When I got over there mom was hysterical, his little sister you'd thought having a broken leg meant she was never going to see him again she was crying so hard. Seems they were all running around the yard playing a game of chase with dad. He tripped on a stick in the yard which caused him to fall into the path of his dad who was running with one of the kids in his arms and didn't see him land in front of him. Dad ended up accidentally stepping on his leg. He's so teeny tiny it wouldn't have taken much pressure. He's the smallest framed of the grand kids though he's the second oldest. What he doesn't make up in size he makes up in speed as he prides himself on outrunning them all. This is going to be rather rough on him for awhile as he's a go baby, go baby, go baby go type kid. If he's not running around he's speeding around on a bike.
Now here he was laid up for four days in the hospital with his buddy peeps. Poor fella can't seem to get a rest from the hospitals. When he was born he had breathing problems so he had to stay in the hospital for a couple weeks, then that was met with going back about a month later for another three week stay. As he got older his stays got less but he still ends up having more visits then the rest of the kids especially if he gets sick with a cold. The hospital visits hasn't left him with any inspirations to be a doctor though, he's our little family artist. He loves doing arts and crafts. A few days before the broken leg he was putting the finishing touches on a bird house we built during a National Night Out activity in the park.
There was a long line to get a place at the table so I didn't get to record to many of the activities available. This was a rather cool activity compared to other activities they've had through out the years. This year seemed rather lack luster as they were putting most their efforts into the parks on the other side of town where a shooting had occurred a couple weeks prior. I guess trying to convince people over there the parks are safe. They ran a story in the paper that the city was looking to hire a couple of park ambassadors. I didn't read all that was required, I've never been quite that good at playing dodge ball. This year they had one fire truck, a police car and they didn't show a movie in the park like they usually do. By the time I got to wonder around about all that was left was some story book characters.
one really big kid...
and a pink poodle...
After that we went back home the kids did some sidewalk chalk painting. This was powdered chalk in containers that you added water to then the kids used a paint brush to paint the chalk on the sidewalk. It was rather cool as it showed up better than just using chalk sticks and it was really durable, it took a healthy downpour before it all disappeared off the sidewalk.
Yup, that last one would be our little speed demons, always thinking about being mobile. I'd give it a couple weeks and he'll be outracing them all in his wheelchair.