Boy, were we all so excited for our Labor Day camping trip! We got the camper all fixed up, we were packed up ready to roll when Dianne brought the kids home Thursday afternoon. She mentioned how Reed was so excited about camping and had talked about it all day. We had a fun plan to head up to Jackson area, meet up with lots of friends, go to the Rodeo, visit yellowstone, ride bikes in Grand Teton, suck in the fresh mountain air, turn off our phones and connect and relax as a family. Dianne dropped the kids off, we were just about 15-20 minutes from pulling out of the driveway. Reed said he was going to go to the potty then get a snack and we would load up. A few minutes later, Reed comes into the garage screaming. Nora was screaming too. I was confused, what had happened? Did they get in a fight? Did they run into each other? Nope, Reed fell down, he was in pain and he was crying, Nora was just sympathy crying. We tried to calm him down but to no avail. We went in the house, tried to check him out, it was clear he did something to his collarbone, I knew it. So off to the doctor I took him. He cried for a solid hour and a half, with screams mixed in. After this x-ray, it was clear that our weekend plans were going to change.

So home I headed and we unpacked everything. Reed wouldn't let me be as much as a few feet from him, so after lots of cartoons, lots of snuggles and lots of coaxing, I finally got him to sleep and ate dinner at 9:30pm. On my couch. Not in Jackson. Not in my camper. And not very happy.
It took me quite some time to come to grips with the loss of my vacation. I'm not so sure (five days later) that I am yet. Reed is a trooper and after finally taking some ibuprofen, realized it made him feel better. We kept him bandaged up and found things around town to occupy us. Friday morning, Reed found a few smiles with Nora showing me their feet.
We ran around town a little on Friday, went to the air force museum, had lunch, ran some errands. He slept good in the carseat, sitting straight up.
Saturday we visited the zoo. Saw the elephant show and the bird show. Looked at animals. We loved watching the polar bear swim.
Sunday, after church, mom watched the kids so fogg and I could have a little lunch date.
Monday, it was rainy. We went and watched some friends fly model airplanes, they let Reed fly a little. Nora liked to play in the rain.
We went and had some lunch after that, then I took the kids to see the movie Planes while Fogg hit the gym.
And that was our weekend. Reed is doing much better, though still not great. He is sleeping great other than the first night (boy that was rough), which is so good for his healing. He is managing the pain like a superhero, a little IB a few times a day and he's fine. He keeps an ice pack on it frequently, I think mostly for the protection of it. The tough part is to come, he will feel better and better but still not be able to do much. He will have a hard time with that, wanting to play but can't. Yesterday he was "sledding" down a friends hill, fell and remembered quickly that he was injured. Might be more frustrating for me to remind him that he has to take it easy all the time. Poor kiddo!
He's said some funny things. "I wish I didn't break my bone". I call him one wing, he said "Good thing that I didn't break both, or I'd have no wings!". "Maybe a fruit snack will make me feel better?". "I feel super, so much, awesome better mommy!".
Nora has had a little hard time with mommy taking care of Reed more than usual, she has acted up a little and started to depend on daddy a bit more, which is good actually.
So, though I still mourn the loss of my weekend plans, we tried to have a little fun too. I know that I'm supposed to learn something from this, what? I'm still trying to figure out. Be more nurturing? Be less selfish? Let go of the little things? Whatever it is, I hope to learn it quickly, I'm exhausted and sure don't want things like this to happen again!
I leave you with these adorable little curls from my baby girl on a humid day!