Another Milestone . . .

Well, so much for swimming lessons and soccer games.

A trip to the playground yesterday evening ended with a trip to the hospital for Sonwun. And, in addition to the tooth that fell out last week, Sonwun can now add "first broken bone" to his list of milestones.

He, Aunt Nizzie, Sontoo and Neomom walked over to the school playground after supper last night, while Grampa, Uncle Dave and I stayed home. It was a relatively short trip. I was looking out the front window when I saw Neomom hustling across the lawn with Sonwun in her arms. I could see he was crying. That had to be trouble. He generally only cries for short periods of time when he gets minor injuries. The fact that he was still going strong, and was being carried, well, I knew it was something a little more serious.

Turns out my little daredevil had been pushing the limits, as is his way. He was trying to jump up off a platform and grab a wheel thingy that's probably a little more than six feet off the ground. Well, he caught just enough of it to swing his feet out from under him before he lost his grip and fell. He tried to break his fall with his left arm and, well, broke his left arm.

Fortunately, Uncle Dave is a Nurse Practitioner. He had a quick look and said that, well, yeah, it might be broken. So we loaded the boy into the van and headed for the hospital. The ER was packed. But apparently 4.5-year-olds with possible fractures do get bumped up the list and we were in in no time.

And once we found a comfortable position for the arm, he began to calm down. And, in the process, found his way to anger. He told me through his tears that this particular piece of playground equipment was "naughty" and made me promise to go and cut it down "forever!"

And while it was kinda cute, it was the only part of this process that really surprised me. I wasn't expecting this level of anger, mostly because I'd never seen it from him before. But we talked our way through it and shifted the conversation away from the fall.

We talked about the "cool pictures" the doctor would take of his arm bone and how he might even get a cast. Uncle Dave and I explained the long and proud tradition of broken bones in the family and the nurse promised him a popsicle.

By the time we were ready to head to x-ray, he was so calm and cool that I began to believe it was just a sprain. Wrong!

It was a buckle fracture of the wrist. Certainly not the worst kind of fracture, but bad enough that he will be wearing a fibreglass splint/cast combo for the next several weeks.

All in all, it took about 2 hours at the ER, which is pretty good. Last night he slept fairly well. And, as I write this at 5:20 a.m., he is still sleeping.

As for me, I am gonna make a quick run to Tim Horton's, grab an extra large and then head over to the playground with my hacksaw before the world wakes up. After all, a promise is a promise.

Have a great weekend.

Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics

Happy Tuesday!

A light snow fell last night, leaving about an inch on the ground and giving my world a nice, clean look. It's refreshing and it makes the Christmas lights on the house seem that much brighter.

This post, according to my stats keeper, is my 100th since I started keeping track on August 16th. Woohoo!

And in honour of this achievement, I thought I'd share the latest stats with you. I've mentioned before that watching the statistics has become a bit of an addiction. I'm fascinated to see where my readers are located, how often they visit, how they found me and how long they stay. I'd be even more fascinated to know why they read this, but my stats program can't tell me that one.

In any case . . . In my 3+ months of blogging, the site has had 1,129 visits. The average visitor read 1.94 pages and spent two minutes and 18 seconds doing it.

I've had visitors from 5 continents, 16 countries and 153 cities around the world. That blows my mind just a little bit. I will attempt to insert a map below. Hopefully it works. Each dot represents a city in which one of my visitors (or their internet service provider) lives. It also shows the top 10 cities from which my visitors come.

The most exotic, and surprising, visits came from India, Libya, Greece, Singapore, Sweden, Pakistan, Belgium, Iceland, Ireland, Finland, Brazil and Vietnam.

But, I must be honest. Most of those visits were, I believe, in error. These folks were looking for something else on the Internet and stumbled upon my site. Most bounced out without reading anything. However, my friend from Ireland hung out for a minute and read two pages. My friend from Brazil came back 9 times, but didn't read much, my friend from Greece read two pages and even left a comment and, finally, the one in Sweden hung out for eight and a half minutes and read four pages. Cool!

Another one of my favourite stats is the "keywords" used in google searches that found my site. Among my favourite searches are:

Trophy Husband costume

Tickling His Feet

Baby in Bathroom Blogspot

Liberal Morons

No Vaccines, Just Body Bags

Characteristics of a Trophy Husband

Crazy Swim Parents

How's Your Tummy

J Cloth

Kiwi and Diaper Rash

Wife Control Issues

and, finally, my all-time favourite . . .

Husband Not Putting Out

I have no idea how or why that last one led to my blog. I always put out.

Anyway, my clan is waking up and needs attention. So I must get to it.

Thank you all for visiting my blog. As I've said before, I write to keep myself amused and to keep my writing skills alive. And I am honoured that you all find it amusing enough to visit now and again.

Have a great day!