What a Weekend!

To say that this weekend has been a whirlwind would be an understatement. I’m sitting here feeling totally shocked that it’s Sunday night already! Wasn’t it just Friday a couple of hours ago?

Our weekend certainly had its highs and lows, though most of it was fabulous. Friday night started with dinner at grocery shopping in one of the nearby beach towns. This sounded like a great idea until we hit traffic and realized it was Friday night. We should have put a little more thought into that one. It ended up being a late night, but we made it back pretty much unscathed.

Saturday morning, K and I were up with the birds to be at his sports class. I could have stayed in bed another hour or three, but he enjoys his class so much, it was well worth it. We came home and chilled for a little bit, then had to get ready for the highlight of our weekend. Mel (my bloggy buddy from Box of Chocolates) picked me and the boys up and took us along to the Philly Picnic with a Purpose, sponsored by Hebrew National.

Let me just say that the Philly area bloggers are some of the most amazing women I have ever met. This was my first ever bloggy event, so I was a tad nervous to meet everyone. I was instantly put at ease though, because the first face I saw when we pulled up was my good Twitter friend, @Elizabeth_N. She’s the owner of PartyPlanningProfessor, where I occasionally contribute, so having the first person I “met” be someone I already knew was helpful in breaking the ice.

I also got to meet @dcrmom, @GenMom, @classymommy, and a whole bunch more twitter @ names that I can’t think of now because it’s midnight and I am FRIED from the events of the rest of the weekend. Anyway, the picnic was wonderful, the food delicious, the kids had a blast, and we collected a ton of donations for a wonderful charity.

The not-so-great part of the weekend started as we were leaving the picnic. K had fallen in LOVE with the playground and just didn’t want to leave. We were walking back to the car and he tried to turn and run back, but I was holding his hand. In the process, he hurt his arm. I couldn’t tell right away just how bad it was because he was exhausted and whiny. I was up half the night watching him, trying to decide if he was really hurt or just had a little twist or pull in his wrist or elbow and things were compounded by his being overtired. 

When he woke up this morning and instantly started crying that his arm was still broken, I knew it was time for his first visit to the ER. The nurse-practitioner had the same initial thought that I did – nursemaid’s elbow – which is very painful, but a quick, easy treatment. After him screaming in pain while she tried twice to do a reduction on it unsuccessfully, it was off to Xray. 6 Xrays and an orthopedist later, still no answer. He was put in a sling, prescribed Tylenol and rest, and home he went. (After a stop for a Thomas DVD for being such a brave boy)

He whined and cried all afternoon if he moved wrong or if someone touched it. Then D and I had to run out for diapers, and left K with daddy to take a nap. We came back and he woke up after about 2 hrs of sleep, started moving his arm and told me it was “all fixed.” I watched and he was still a little off the norm, but by bedtime he was feeling a thousand percent better than this morning. 

I had to laugh this afternoon though, we were laying on the floor and he still had his armband on from the hospital. I asked him what it said, thinking he would recognize his name. He told me that it says “I’m hurt.” He thought the armband was to let everyone know that he had a booboo and to watch out. Only a three year old…

So anyway, we’ve had an eventful weekend, but once again have survived. Here’s hoping that this coming week is calm and injury-free!