Sam: Mom, can I have my lunch now, I am starving!
Me: Sure, what do you want.
Sam: A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Me: That will be 4 kisses. One for the bread, one for the peanut butter, one for the jelly, and one for the other bread.
Sam: (wrinkles his nose) I'll just have a jelly sandwich.
Me: That will be 3 kisses.
Sam: Do I have to do it now, sigh?
Me: Yep!
Sam: OK.
Then he gets his famous little eye twinkle, puckers up and gives me three big ones!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
And the Oscar goes to...
Samuel David Wirick, for his convincing performance of, "I think my foot got broken." Last night, right before we were supposed to go to a friend's house to celebrate a cute boy's 2 year old birthday, Sam running at full speed, tripped on a rug and crashed to the floor. He screamed and cried and told me he hurt his foot. It was a pretty loud bang when he fell, so I loved him and babied him for a bit. I let him leave without putting shoes on and carried him around that night. There is not mark, it is not swollen (a tiny bit, but seriously?!?). He can bend it, wiggle his toes, and it seems tender only when I press on the top of his foot. I knew with every ounce of my being that this was a huge overreaction on his part.
Fast forward to 12 am. Sam is screaming in the hallway. His foot hurts. I got him calmed down, and back to bed. This happened every two hours for the rest of the night. This added some doubt to my conviction of his total wellness. Sam refused to walk all day long, and would not bear weight on his foot. I finally decided to call the doctor. They set us an appointment for tomorrow. They said that with foot injuries, you can never be sure. I told Tyler and we tried to work out an arrangement for the car. (By the way, the prism has died and cannot be brought to life without an engine replacement. -So not what we need right now!) Looking at my schedule, I could rearrange 3 meetings to open up an hour to take him in, but Tyler has to be in court and will need to have a vehicle to drive him there. There is no way we can make it work, so I just decided to take him to the instant care tonight.
If your kid will not bear weight on their foot, your kid will receive x-rays; even in the doctor cannot find anything wrong with the foot. If he is charming and flirts with the technician, he will get extra stickers a sucker and be allowed back to the computer to view his x-rays. I wanted to point out that this was not doing me any favors for future fake injuries, but he was REALLY charming!
The official diagnosis: Sam has a sore foot. He needs Tylenol for the pain, and that will be $300 please! I knew it, but I really didn't want to be the mom who ignored a broken foot and caused her child unneeded pain and suffering. He still wont walk. The kid knows how to stay in character. I might call Disney to see if they need a new star!
Fast forward to 12 am. Sam is screaming in the hallway. His foot hurts. I got him calmed down, and back to bed. This happened every two hours for the rest of the night. This added some doubt to my conviction of his total wellness. Sam refused to walk all day long, and would not bear weight on his foot. I finally decided to call the doctor. They set us an appointment for tomorrow. They said that with foot injuries, you can never be sure. I told Tyler and we tried to work out an arrangement for the car. (By the way, the prism has died and cannot be brought to life without an engine replacement. -So not what we need right now!) Looking at my schedule, I could rearrange 3 meetings to open up an hour to take him in, but Tyler has to be in court and will need to have a vehicle to drive him there. There is no way we can make it work, so I just decided to take him to the instant care tonight.
If your kid will not bear weight on their foot, your kid will receive x-rays; even in the doctor cannot find anything wrong with the foot. If he is charming and flirts with the technician, he will get extra stickers a sucker and be allowed back to the computer to view his x-rays. I wanted to point out that this was not doing me any favors for future fake injuries, but he was REALLY charming!
The official diagnosis: Sam has a sore foot. He needs Tylenol for the pain, and that will be $300 please! I knew it, but I really didn't want to be the mom who ignored a broken foot and caused her child unneeded pain and suffering. He still wont walk. The kid knows how to stay in character. I might call Disney to see if they need a new star!
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