Spring Show

Tis the season for performances!  Poker Hill's Spring Show was this week.  Apparently, Cally and her classmates have been practicing for this for some time.  All we were told was that she was a Robin and she needed to dress in "earth tones".

I was really surprised when I saw Cally in her first "show" this past December during the Senior Sing.  I was surprised by how shy she was.  At home she belts out her songs, but in that show, she hardly smiled, let alone sung.  However, this time was different.  She knew her moves, she new her songs, and she had a ball singing and dancing to "Robins in the Rain".

Even Hazey had a fun time watching his sister (and all the babies that are there-- he's a huge fan of babies right now). 

 

On another note about performances.. The little guy in the picture above.......... I think he's on the road to win "best actor" in the Oscars by 2028!  

I usually don't bring the little man to Poker Hill for pick up.  Whenever I do, we spend an extra half hour there seeing the animals and playing on the novel play equipment.  Over the weekend, Cal mentioned that she loves it when Hazen comes to pick her up with me.  So, I decided to pick him up first on Monday and bring him with me to pick up Cal.

He immediately jumped out of the car and went running for the playground.  Cal spotted him from across the vast area.  I'm not sure who was happier to that he was there-- Cally or Hazen.  We played for a while and right when we were headed out, Cal requested "one more run on the zip line".  So we headed up the hill and Hazen was limping.  I hadn't seen him fall, but he did have a small cut on his lower leg.  When he tried to take a step, he crumpled to the ground and asked for "uppies".  At the grocery store, the same thing happened:  he'd take a few steps and fall down crying.  However, he wasn't in pain when he didn't walk.  

Being completely perplexed as to how he could have come up lame without doing anything traumatic, I called my most trusted  nurse friend, Medora, and asked her if there was a leg equivalent to "nursemaid's elbow" (a common dislocation of the elbow caused by swinging a kid from his arms).  She asked if he had a fever or tick bite, ruling out septic arthritis and Lyme's disease.  

When John saw him, he too was really concerned, so we called the doctor.  Our amazing doctor said he'd stay at the office and see Hazen that night.  As long as Hazen wasn't walking, he was happy and seemingly pain free, but he continued to crumple if he tried to walk.  The doctor mentioned something called a "Toddler's Fracture" which effects the fibula.  Because he wasn't in a lot of pain, but kept pointing at a very specific spot on his leg, Dr. Parker gave John a referral for an X-ray at the hospital and said to go for it if Hazen wasn't better in the am.

The next morning, Hazen didn't come into our room with the usual pitter patter in the morning.  He was lying in his bed and said that his leg hurt and he needed "uppies".  He didn't even want to stand at the Learning Tower when I made pancakes in the morning!  So, John brought him to the hospital for an x-ray, only to find out that his leg was not broken. 

Because he didn't seem to be in pain, we dropped him off at Tammy's and told her to just let him be the guide in terms of moving around and pain.  When we picked him up, he was playing by himself in the sandbox and not moving very much.  Tammy said he crawled around a bunch and didn't seem to even try to walk.  

That night, Nurse Medora happened to come over to our house for a gathering.  When she saw Hazen, she wondered if he was milking this and that he wasn't actually very hurt.  She was able to distract him and asked him to show her where the cat was.  He immediately marched up the stairs to our bedroom.  I do think that he had a hurt leg, but when he realized how much attention it was bringing him, he milked it!  At 2, he had it in him to fake it! 

The next morning, when he attempted to pull the same act about his leg hurting and needing uppies, I told him that the doctor told me that he was, in fact, better and he could walk.  He then got up and said, "okay" and he's been good ever since!

Are we in trouble, or what?