I think perhaps we forgot to mention that Liyam is totally fine after Saturday’s drama. The second the doctor pushed his elbow back into place, he was running around chatting and playing as usual, even solving complex math problems such as this:
If two trains leave the station at the same time heading in the same direction, and one of those trains is Liyam and the other train is made of Legos, and the Liyam train zigzags, stumbles and falls repeatedly, which train will fall over first?
Impromptu trip to the doctor’s office today after I tried to pull Liyam up onto my lap and dislocated his elbow. The pediatrician, popping the thing back into place, says this (Nursemaid’s Elbow) is quite common among children under four, whose parents (and nursemaids, presumably) are frequently yanking them out of the street and whatnot. I’m pretty bummed about the whole thing… mainly about the fact that I dislocated my baby’s elbow, but also that we can no longer in good conscience play the walking-down-the-street-swinging-Liyam-between-us game. We only got to play once and oh, boy were there giggles. However, I am really thrilled with how well all three of us handled the situation (what a team!), and now Liyam can say that he’s dislocated his arm, which is pretty badass. (And by say, I do mean “say.”) I was too caught up in the moment to snap a picture of Little Man, so here’s one of his beautiful face from a couple weeks ago.