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The Whirlwind Trippers Strike Again: The One With the Broken Arm
Yeah, its us again. You know how it is. We have strife in our life, we head for the House of Mouse. Because apparently doctor bills arent draining enough on our wallet.
Just in case some of you have missed us previously, heres who we are
Mark, 34, Caint resist the hotties...
Rhonda, 32, Caint resist watching
Wesley, 4, who caint resist the hotties. And this was trip #15 for him. So hes seen a lot of hotties! (Mark caint resist watching Wesley, either. But he is also partial to the hotties, and that was funnier.)
Pre-trip:
Wednesday started off just like any other day. I left for work. Mark and Wesley left for the church (Marks work). I arrived at work. I did my normal arrive at work routine. Turned stuff on, got ready for the day. Answered a couple of ordinary phone calls. Answered another phone call. Which turned out to not be ordinary. It was Mark. Who was calling to inform me that he was pretty sure Wesley had just broken his arm. Now there are plenty of worse phone calls a parent could get. But this one wasnt real high on the list of things you want to hear about your child. Although it was indeed better than what Mark told me later, which was that initially he thought Wesley had broken his neck. Thank goodness he didnt tell me that at the time! So I left work, and met them at the lab for x-rays. Which was followed by a trip across the street to the pediatricians office to confirm that, yes, both bones in his right forearm were broken. One of them, badly. Which was followed by a trip across the other street to the orthopaedics office. Which was followed by a painful bone-setting and cast-wrapping session. Which was followed by promises of treats by us. Surprisingly, we didnt mention Disney World. More along the Blockbuster rentals and ice cream lines. (Mark and I actually did have one of those mouthed conversations involving lots of hand motions and eye movement, in order that Wesley would not know what we were saying. Not too long ago, we could accomplish this by spelling things. Thats not a possibility anymore. Wesley can spell better than most adults now. Evidenced by the fact that when the doctor spelled N-E-E-D-L-E, Wesley nearly came off the table. Anyway, it was one of those Lets go to Disney-no we really shouldnt-but wouldnt Wesley feel better-I know but think of the money-yeah but whats money when compared to our childs happiness and well-being how bout when we get home I call and see whats available? kind of conversations. The kind that, for some reason, we seem to have with alarming frequency.) Wesley, now clad in a bright green fingers-to-above-his-elbow cast, is ready to return home. After renting half of the Blockbuster family section and buying Haagen Dazs and Ben and Jerrys ice cream, its time to prop up his arm and watch movies, and greet a stream of well-wishing folks who stop by (or call) to check on him. As for our would-be Disney trip? Well, the only available rooms were Boardwalk Concierge, at $500/night. I told Mark we had to pass on that.
Thursday was a much better day. Already Wesley was adjusting to his cast, and to doing things left-handed. That night we had more well-wishing visitors. We went to bed thinking that Friday would be a lazy day, maybe run a few errands, maybe watch a few more movies.
Friday, we got up and began our lazy day. We decided that Wesley could use some new shoes (for school), and that a trip to the farmers market would be nice. We were just getting ready to leave, when Wesley said that he suuuuuuure wished he was at Disney World! We are such suckers. We both grinned, and Mark picked up the phone. No, we did not pay $500/night at the Boardwalk Inn. Instead, we were offered a range of rooms, all at AP rates. Because the rate was unbelievable, and because wed always wanted to stay at the Yacht Club, we booked it. And since it is already 11am, wed better get to packing, because times a-wasting! By 12:00 we were out the door, with stops to be made at the church, Kroger, and Wendys. We were finally on the road around 12:45.
Yeah, its us again. You know how it is. We have strife in our life, we head for the House of Mouse. Because apparently doctor bills arent draining enough on our wallet.
Just in case some of you have missed us previously, heres who we are
Mark, 34, Caint resist the hotties...
Rhonda, 32, Caint resist watching
Wesley, 4, who caint resist the hotties. And this was trip #15 for him. So hes seen a lot of hotties! (Mark caint resist watching Wesley, either. But he is also partial to the hotties, and that was funnier.)
Pre-trip:
Wednesday started off just like any other day. I left for work. Mark and Wesley left for the church (Marks work). I arrived at work. I did my normal arrive at work routine. Turned stuff on, got ready for the day. Answered a couple of ordinary phone calls. Answered another phone call. Which turned out to not be ordinary. It was Mark. Who was calling to inform me that he was pretty sure Wesley had just broken his arm. Now there are plenty of worse phone calls a parent could get. But this one wasnt real high on the list of things you want to hear about your child. Although it was indeed better than what Mark told me later, which was that initially he thought Wesley had broken his neck. Thank goodness he didnt tell me that at the time! So I left work, and met them at the lab for x-rays. Which was followed by a trip across the street to the pediatricians office to confirm that, yes, both bones in his right forearm were broken. One of them, badly. Which was followed by a trip across the other street to the orthopaedics office. Which was followed by a painful bone-setting and cast-wrapping session. Which was followed by promises of treats by us. Surprisingly, we didnt mention Disney World. More along the Blockbuster rentals and ice cream lines. (Mark and I actually did have one of those mouthed conversations involving lots of hand motions and eye movement, in order that Wesley would not know what we were saying. Not too long ago, we could accomplish this by spelling things. Thats not a possibility anymore. Wesley can spell better than most adults now. Evidenced by the fact that when the doctor spelled N-E-E-D-L-E, Wesley nearly came off the table. Anyway, it was one of those Lets go to Disney-no we really shouldnt-but wouldnt Wesley feel better-I know but think of the money-yeah but whats money when compared to our childs happiness and well-being how bout when we get home I call and see whats available? kind of conversations. The kind that, for some reason, we seem to have with alarming frequency.) Wesley, now clad in a bright green fingers-to-above-his-elbow cast, is ready to return home. After renting half of the Blockbuster family section and buying Haagen Dazs and Ben and Jerrys ice cream, its time to prop up his arm and watch movies, and greet a stream of well-wishing folks who stop by (or call) to check on him. As for our would-be Disney trip? Well, the only available rooms were Boardwalk Concierge, at $500/night. I told Mark we had to pass on that.
Thursday was a much better day. Already Wesley was adjusting to his cast, and to doing things left-handed. That night we had more well-wishing visitors. We went to bed thinking that Friday would be a lazy day, maybe run a few errands, maybe watch a few more movies.
Friday, we got up and began our lazy day. We decided that Wesley could use some new shoes (for school), and that a trip to the farmers market would be nice. We were just getting ready to leave, when Wesley said that he suuuuuuure wished he was at Disney World! We are such suckers. We both grinned, and Mark picked up the phone. No, we did not pay $500/night at the Boardwalk Inn. Instead, we were offered a range of rooms, all at AP rates. Because the rate was unbelievable, and because wed always wanted to stay at the Yacht Club, we booked it. And since it is already 11am, wed better get to packing, because times a-wasting! By 12:00 we were out the door, with stops to be made at the church, Kroger, and Wendys. We were finally on the road around 12:45.
Poor Wesley, I sure hope the extra pixie dust he usually gets does the trick 
