So, Saturday we are hanging out with some friends at their house, swimming, etc. Carson is all over their swingset (which happens to have a trapeze type bar with rings). For those of you that don't know him, Carson is very daring and fearless. I wonder where he gets that from? Hmmmm? Can you say motorcycles? Anyway, he starts pulling himself up by the rings and flipping his legs over the bar, until he has completely flipped himself over. He does this several times with seemingly decent dismounts, but then he falls off and hurts his foot. After a little while, he is much better. Normal day in the life of Carson.
Sunday morning however, he can't put any pressure on it, and is saying "Ow, ow, ow" "It urts, it urts" every time he walks. So I decide that we are not taking any chances and are going straight to the ER at 7am on Sunday morning. Luckily, it wasn't very crowded. After X-Rays, it is not broken, just bruised, and he should be better within the next 3 days.
Let me just tell you what a little stinker he is, for two hours he is telling me "No touch it Mommy. No touch" So, when the doctor comes in, he is checking his hip and the rest of his leg, tickling him all the way. He is touching his foot while doing this by the way. And the doctor says "Seems fine to me." So of course the minute he stops, I look at Carson's foot and barely move my hand when..."No touch it Mommy. No touch" Seriously?
But at least nothing is broken, and now he is running, jumping, and climbing as if nothing ever happened!
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