Yesterday we took Nathaniel back to the hospital to have his cast removed. Katherine found this whole process fascinating, particularly since the nurse who removed the cast did so with a very large pair of scissors–and really exerted herself in the effort. I think Nathaniel was a bit concerned about all this huffing and puffing over his leg.
After another round of x-rays, the doctor told us that he doesn’t think Nathaniel actually broke the leg (no sign of healing in the bone), so he guessed that this was more a matter of bumps and bruises. I think Sydney’s disappointed at such an underwhelming conclusion to the story. Nathaniel, for his part, is moving around a bit gingerly as he starts putting that leg back to work, but he seems glad to be able to crouch and climb again. We celebrated with a nice long soak in the bathtub.
Sydney leaves tomorrow for a conference in New Orleans. He doesn’t seem sufficiently thrilled to be going to the land of blues, pralines, and decadence. Sigh. I hope that he is, at the very least, able to get some rest in a hotel room all to himself, since the kids have recently done a number on our sleep here at home.