Chris, Kelsey and the kids drove to our house Friday evening. It was a classic dark and stormy night. They didn't get here until almost 10:30 p.m., and were pretty worn out.
Saturday morning, before we left the house to go get breakfast, Clara had an irresistible urge to jump on the bed. What goes up must come down, and in this case HARD onto the floor. For the rest of the day, walking was difficult. At times she had to be carried. So, in the afternoon Kelsey and I took her to the urgent care clinic. After a few x-rays and an assessment by the doctor, we felt better knowing that, though her foot was probably sprained, she had no broken bones. She left the clinic sporting a bandaged foot.
This morning Clara was still limping, and not happy having a sock and shoe put on her foot. But she suffered through church, and then we came home for lunch. Chris and Kelsey left, around 2:30, to go back home. Clara and Robert stayed here with us, and we'll take them home on Wednesday.
Shortly after Chris and Kelsey left, the sun came out. It had been pretty stormy all the while they were here, so the kids couldn't get outside to play. By dinner time it was like a summer day -- blue skies, sunshine, and warm temperatures. The kids wanted to go outside, and Grandpa and I thought a little fresh air would be just the ticket. Amazingly, Clara's foot no longer hurt. "Not at all, Grandma!" Try as we might to uphold the doctor's orders to not run, we failed. When she went to bed later, she still said her foot felt "just fine," so I guess we didn't do any damage.
We also spent a little time in some quieter activities - Clara with her new Light Bright set and both of them playing with my robotic dog, Rocky.
Both children are down for the night now (we hope), and we're calling it a successful day!