Some weeks you should stay in bed and hide from your toddlers

So, last week was a hell of a week to say the least.  Chris is in the midst of her last scientific hurrah in Texas and it is spring cold season....and also dislocation season, but let me not get too ahead of myself.

Acknowledging my penchant for verbosity, let me cut to the chase and run the numbers.  We were at the pediatrician's office four times in eight days.  New record, I think.

Visit 1: Char - two nasty ears, two bottles of the pink stuff
Visit 2: Em - one child with a nasty cold, but otherwise fine!
Visit 3: Char - 102.5, ears look great (!), probably coxsackie (again),  go home, use advil
Visit 4: Em - one dislocated elbow with a side of coxsackie

That's right, because "a side of coxsackie" is either objectively funny or the name of a very unsuccessful heavy metal band.  And yes, the kids had coxsackie in Texas but wouldn't you know there are 27 strains and we grow a different breed here in Massachusetts.

The elbow, you ask?  Apparently a fairly common injury that typically results from fathers hurling their kids around by the arms.  In this case, somebody didn't want to brush their teeth (probably because they had been sick for a week and sleeping like crap).  She literally dropped (dead weight) with me holding her hand.  Her elbow lost.  I think she won't try that again, but if she does, me and my cat-like reflexes aim to drop her in a pile on the floor.

One the plus side, I can now relocate an elbow, because, you know, "It will save you the copay!"  Thanks Doctor Kramer for the kindness, the lesson, and giving me a tissue to blot my guilt.

Don't worry, things pick up in the next posts!