Ice packs. They're a hot commodity around here these days...
I've been faithfully keeping my knee iced-- Caleb's faithfully provided me with cold ice packs from the freezer all day long. But now we've become ice buddies. Why? Well he tends to be a bit accident prone. Even while wearing a helmet (they really should be mandatory for 4 year olds nowadays) Caleb managed to find a way to get hurt. Last night he took a flying frisbee to the nose.
This led to yet another trip to the hospital for this family (this makes 3 trips in 3 weeks... each trip for a different member of our family-- but I'm not counting :) The doctor checked for clots (all clear) and determined that since his nose was sitting pretty straight there was no point in doing X-rays... broken or not the diagnosis would be the same. Bring on the ice.
Caleb was brave. Grandma gave him a cookie-- that seemed to stop the tears. I told him that he could either go to straight to bed or take a trip to the hospital with Daddy. Thankfully he didn't call my bluff-- he excitedly chose the hospital. Apparently he had a great time in the ER. The doctor looked up his nose with a tiny flashlight-- he was a fan. Caleb got a treat before bed-- a donut. But the best part of the evening was when he walked in the door after the hospital trip as chipper as could be saying:
"Hello Mommy!!! Guess what-- the doctor said I have to put ICE on my nose!!!"