It was 1:30 am before we left the hospital. Griffin finally crashed at around 11:30pm, after a rather traumatic x-ray followed by a massive dose of Advil. I will save the rant on the uncomfortable hospital chairs for another day.
Diagnosis - kid cracked his elbow. A wee little crack, that will hurt like a son of a bitch for 2 to 3 weeks. No cast necessary, but we were advised to keep him in a sling, which he LOVES. (That was scarcasmo, in case you missed it!) I made him a funky sling this morning, with a great bugs and snakes fabric, and on our run into town to stock up on Advil, we stopped in at the fabric store to let him pick out one more cool fabric for a sling....pictures to follow!
* * * * * * * * * *In other news, Griffin's birthday is next week. Months ago, he decided he wanted a pet fish, and I offhandedly said "maybe you can get some for your birthday." Steve and I had talked about it since then, and decided against it, and banked on him forgetting about it anyway.
Guess what? He didn't forget.
Steve dropped him off at daycare on Monday, where Linda informed him that Griffin had been talking for weeks about the fish he was going to get for his birthday.
Damn him, and his good memory.
So. Fish. And a tank, and a pump, and rocks, and on and on and on. Anyone have any fish advice they want to share?