Not Our Best 24 Hours

Thursday afternoon, Mister Man took a brave leap off the top of a climbing toy at the mall and hurt his foot. He can't walk, or even bear weight. While he claims the pain is concentrated on one big toe - and it doesn't seem to hurt him when we poke and wiggle at the rest of his foot/ankle/leg - we decided to go ahead and take him in for x-rays this morning. That was at 10:00 a.m. When the pediatrician's office closed at 5:00 p.m., the radiologist still hadn't reviewed the films. Annoying. Part of me really wanted to call the imaging office and say, "Can someone please just tell me if my two year old fractured something and needs a splint?" Guess we get to wait until Monday for the results.

Daniel and I are pretty convinced it's just a bad sprain. But you never know if a two year old is properly describing his pain. For now, he is in decent spirits and has mastered scooting around the house to play. And wearing his cushy Lightning McQueen slippers seems to keep him from bumping his toe too much.

In other news, he has also decided to stop eating. We are in the middle of a fairly large pile of power struggles with him, so I'm guessing he just wants to tick us off by living on air. Today I gave him Kid Crack (Nutragrain Bar) for breakfast, then two peanut butter crackers while waiting for x-rays. He had a few sips of a milkshake as a reward for putting up with nurses having to hurt him and hold him down at the imaging center. Then he went the rest of the day refusing every plate we put in front of him, except for a handful of Cheerios. A child with no calories is a really nasty child. He is no fun.

Last night I read in a book that 30 months is typically the peak of tantrums and defiance. Mister Man is 30 months. I'm happy to hear this may be as bad as it gets.

Here is a picture after an "I'm Tired" meltdown at 5:45 p.m. (We didn't let him nap today in case we needed to take him in to get his leg wrapped up after the imaging results came in. Nice, right?) He fell asleep with a dried prune in his hand.

Daniel works tomorrow. I have a feeling we are going to watch a lot of movies.