Let me preface this by saying that everyone seems to be fine.

Noah fell off of the swing set at day care this morning, and landed badly on his arm. They iced it and called me, but it was clearly still hurting horribly when I arrived roughly half an hour after the fall.

The doctor said she didn’t think it was a broken clavicle or a dislocated shoulder, but she wanted us to get it x-rayed to make sure there was no hairline fracture.

By then, Jill was back from her thing at work and we both took him to the children’s hospital. Unfortunately, of course the actual x-ray part was the worst, and also the part where I couldn’t be there. The first question the x-ray tech asks when you walk in the door is “Is there any possibility that either of you could be pregnant?”

I sat outside with the 7 year old who was next in line, listening to Noah shrieking his lungs out. I tried to assure her that he wasn’t screaming because it hurt, but because he was scared and too little for us to explain what was going on, and because I couldn’t be in the room because I’m going to have a baby.

It was definitely more for me than for her. Not that it worked for either of us.

But we learned that he’s just bruised/strained, not broken.

Noah dozed off on the way home from the hospital, 2 hours past his normal naptime. But he woke up when we got home and stayed awake.

I went back to work for 1.5 hours to try to wrap up a couple of big items that I absolutely must wrap up by the end of the week when I leave for the big conference in Hawaii. And in following up on the most important item, I got an email autoresponse that the key person I need to do something is gone from today through 3/27. Ugh.

And Jill figured out that it is both shoulder AND wrist that is hurting Noah. At bedtime, I noticed bruises starting to turn purple on his right wrist.

We’re supposed to give him motrin and try to ice it for 20 minutes a few times/day. The motrin is totally doable. Anyone have any tips for icing a toddler?

On a lighter note, I got home and noticed this catalog on top of the recycling:

I *know* that those letters are in Hebrew and they are upside down and should read from right to left. UPDATE: If you want the actual translation, click on the picture. The always helpful Shelli provides it on in the Flickr comments.

But as someone who can only actually read in English, my mind bounced between, “How did they know that we’re gay? And goy?” (Click the link! Click it! Goggle manages to make my literacy conundrum even funnier!)

Somebody also got a treat after dinner. Not just me — Noah too!