No More Monkeys Jumping Off the Ottoman!

Last night was pretty crazy...Brady and his pals were running around (and in to each other) the entire time. (Toward the end, Brett was allowing the little monkeys to jump off the ottoman to him.) This morning Brady was unable to put pressure on his left foot and was hobbling around, then hopping around, then crawling around. Brett had a light day at work and allowed Brady to stay home with him. I was skeptical and told Brett to stop carrying him around b/c he was just loving the attention from his daddy and loved being the "Baby Bear who had to have Daddy Bear carry him." But then I felt a little bad for being skeptical when Brett said, "I don't think he's faking it. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Even when he's unconscious sleeping, I touched his foot and he winced." So Brett took him to the ER...where they visited with Auntie Mon and where Brady happily played on the iPad. They fitted him with a special shoe b/c his foot was swollen and unable to fit in his normal shoes. They took x-rays, but were unsure if there was small fracture of it was just normal growth plate space they were seeing. Brett took a couple picts at the ER for me:

I took a couple more when they got home. The kid is addicted to that iPad...and Sylvie is too, which is why she wanted to be in the picture too (to see what Brady was doing on the iPad).

I'm back-blogging so I can spare you the suspense and tell you that he is 100% fine. The very next morning he comes walking in to our bedroom like normal and says, "Mommy, my foot doesn't hurt anymore! God healed me!" Okay, so it was either divine intervention, expedited healing of growing little people, or just a preschool boy who was loving the extra attention he got from his Daddy. :) Either way, he's okay now...but the drama was kind of fun. ha!