A few random things from our last week in Ohio.
On the day the moving truck came, we met Hunter and Hayley, friends from preschool, at our favorite park. It was a fun play date on a lovely afternoon.
I should post a final farewell picture of our Ohio home. But instead I have decided to show you my very favorite part of our house:
Thursday evening (our last night) we attended our very own farewell party, generously given by my friend Jocelyn. It was so great. All week long (moving week is always so hectic!), I loved knowing that we were going to have one more chance to say good-bye to our friends. We loved being surrounded by so many dear friends our last evening in town. Jocelyn threw a fabulous party--a humongous ice cream bar, lots of friends, and even designer decorations. Thank you, Matt and Jocelyn for opening your home, and thank you to everyone who came. It meant so much to us. We love you and will miss you.Our little friend Michael gave us this card at the party:
Our very final farewell ritual was a visit to the emergency room (of course--why had I naively thought we would make it out of Ohio without a single ER trip?). David had fallen on his wrist at the party. It looked like a bad fall, but he'd jumped right up. (That kid has a super high pain tolerance--especially when he's trying to keep up with big kids.) However, afterwards in the car he started complaining about the pain inside his arm. We thought we'd better get it X-rayed before we started our cross-country journey. (Also, Greg and I were both haunted by how long it took us to realize he had a fracture the last time he broke his wrist. By the way, why didn't anyone ever tell me that it's not totally obvious when your kid breaks a bone?!) After X-rays and two hours of waiting (which really isn't too bad for an ER), the doctor explained that she wasn't sure if he'd fractured a bone or not. (He could have a fracture in the growth plates, which is difficult to see on an X-ray.) To be safe, she put his wrist in a splint and instructed us to see a doctor in a few days. The level of pain in 2-3 days would help us determine if he had a fracture. (The level of pain? David is a hypochondriac and has an insanely high pain tolerance--two attributes that make his "level of pain" nearly impossible to determine.)
Our very final farewell ritual was a visit to the emergency room (of course--why had I naively thought we would make it out of Ohio without a single ER trip?). David had fallen on his wrist at the party. It looked like a bad fall, but he'd jumped right up. (That kid has a super high pain tolerance--especially when he's trying to keep up with big kids.) However, afterwards in the car he started complaining about the pain inside his arm. We thought we'd better get it X-rayed before we started our cross-country journey. (Also, Greg and I were both haunted by how long it took us to realize he had a fracture the last time he broke his wrist. By the way, why didn't anyone ever tell me that it's not totally obvious when your kid breaks a bone?!) After X-rays and two hours of waiting (which really isn't too bad for an ER), the doctor explained that she wasn't sure if he'd fractured a bone or not. (He could have a fracture in the growth plates, which is difficult to see on an X-ray.) To be safe, she put his wrist in a splint and instructed us to see a doctor in a few days. The level of pain in 2-3 days would help us determine if he had a fracture. (The level of pain? David is a hypochondriac and has an insanely high pain tolerance--two attributes that make his "level of pain" nearly impossible to determine.)David in his splint, Friday, May 29, our last morning in Ohio:
That morning we headed west on I-70. It had been an exhausting week. A complicated cross-country move with two little ones is no easy undertaking. As much as we were going to miss our life in Ohio, I was also ready for the move to be over...and ready to spend some good quality time sitting on my rear for 1,786 miles.
That morning we headed west on I-70. It had been an exhausting week. A complicated cross-country move with two little ones is no easy undertaking. As much as we were going to miss our life in Ohio, I was also ready for the move to be over...and ready to spend some good quality time sitting on my rear for 1,786 miles.(By the way, David's splint simply fell off in Omaha. He was excited for another trip to the hospital...until we explained that if his wrist was broken he wouldn't be able to go swimming. Magically, he was healed! He hasn't complained of any pain since. I think it's safe to say it was a sprain. Phew!)
