This weekend we went fishing/boating on Saturday. At one point PJ had been in the van doing something, and then all of a sudden he was running at me and crying, holding his arm. We put some ice on it, and 45 minutes or so later he was fine. tough little guy. He went fishing with us, and *tubing* which entailed holding onto the handles very tightly, and didn't cry or complain.
On Monday Kathleen noticed him holding his hand. Sam bumped into PJ's arm and he winced, and made an "ow" sound. When touching his wrist, it was tender his wrist was swolen.
I got to bring to the ER Monday night after dinner. Of course, there had been a bunch of car accidents a few minutes earlier and the ER was standing room only. Eventually we got in. PJ charmed everyone with his many humorous antics. He sees an orthopod on Thursday, and we are hoping that he will be able to swim inn time for our vacation in July.
For those of you who don't remember, he broke his other wrist a couple of years ago, and there was of course the trip to the ER for quarter-eating. Sam was the one who broke his collarbone last summer. Anna has remained mysteriously uninjured. She climbs, jumps, and lands on her feet like a cat.