Our weekend started with me taking Theo to the doctor. He fell and the fall was odd. His elbow curled under him in an un-natural way followed by the cry of real pain. I was pretty sure it wasn't broken based on his ability to put it through every range of motion at the joint, but just in case (and fear of Friday trauma resulting in a weekend visit to the ER), I ran him in. After a series of range of motion and palpating exams, we decided that his bone was probably not fractured. Three days later and he's fine.
Just as we were wrapping up with the doctor she asked the boys what they were doing this weekend. Without missing a beat, Theo proudly exclaimed, "We'll just be watching TV all day!" The doctor did one of those closed mouth snickers, told the kiddos to have a great weekend, and left the room.
In my mind I shouted, Oh, come on! Seriously, Theo?!
I heard a rumor earlier in the week that Denver would be reaching almost seventy degrees by Sunday, and that on Saturday the wind would be down, the sun shining. Eric had to work all day and I desperately wanted to spend a day outside with the little ones. Yesterday morning I told Theo and Sully that we were going hiking. They both screamed, ran upstairs and quickly dressed, returning back downstairs with backpacks. Raiding the pantry, they filled their bags with snacks, grabbed and filled water bottles and put on snow boots. I gathered my cameras and my hiking day pack. We were off.
The day was gorgeous. What I thought would be about an hour or two outing turned into four hours later...
We walked, laughed, gazed at the birds, shared much needed quiet time at lake's edge. And to wrap up our adventure we drove around the park until we found the herd of buffalo, to which Theo exclaimed, "Sully, I so hope one poops in front of us!" Giggles erupting.