After we got home from "Our Big Trip Back East," we got back to real life, real fast. Bekah, Jaxon and Lucy came to stay. One day Bekah went to exercise and I held down the fort. Marty and Jax were playing and suddenly Jax tipped over the back of the couch and really hurt his arm.
I held him as he cried, but even after he calmed down, any movement would start him weeping again. I'd seen this reaction in my own kids too many times to count. I knew he'd broken something. When Bekah got home we took them to Instacare. I dropped them off and came home to take care of Lucy.
Not more than 10 minutes later, Christopher came home from a birthday party at the swimming pool.
"Mom!" he called while I was sitting on the couch giving Lucy a bottle, "Isaac's mom needs to talk to you."
"I'm feeding Lucy, can she come in here?" I called.
"No," said Christopher. "It's about something that happened at the party."
What Isaac's mom needed to tell me was that Christopher had hit his chin on the bottom of the pool, it looked pretty bad and the Lifeguard at the pool suggested we see if he needed stitches.
"No problem," said I, "I had to go to Instacare to pick up my sister in a few minutes anyway."
So pretty soon we're sitting getting Christopher stitched up (5 stitches in his chin -- gory, but easy to fix) and I get a text from Bekah, "We'll be done in about 10 minutes. Jax broke his arm (which actually turned out to be his clavicle)."
My text back, "We're around the corner... Chris is getting stitches."
So the two little buddies got to share their injuries together -- and ice cream after as well.