Spleen-Boy

That's what we've been calling him. Aren't we a sweet family for that? A 2 day ski trip in Oberammergau, Germany wound up week-long when Alex took a tumble at the "Fun Park." (Not so much fun for him.) He ruptured his spleen and had to be in ICU for four days with round-the-clock monitoring to make sure it didn't completely bleed into his belly, requiring emergency surgery.

As it turned out, the language barrier worked in our favor this time. We weren't able to convey our usual, ** oh, I think he'll be fine, Dad's a doctor, we'll take care of him** lax parental attitude. We could merely stand by while the German doctor on the slope examined Alex, called an ambulance, and they whisked him away.

Fortunately no belly-bleeding, so after 4 days of strict in bed, back-lying, he was transferred to the children's ward of the hospital and released on day 7. No skiing, no sports for the rest of the season and no wrestling with Ethan for 6 months. Bad news for our trip to Chamonix, France this week; but good news for Mom. I could get used to NOT hearing myself, "STOP WRESTLING ON THE COUCH."

But I think where Alex left off, Evelyn has stepped right in. Nuts.