Our second full day in Australia was not much fun at all. Our plans were promising – a day in beautiful Bright, Victoria, spending time as a family just hiking, relaxing and sightseeing. The true beginning of our vacation.

The morning began with a tantrum from that little angel face in the photo above. First he didn’t want to get out of the car and then he didn’t want to wear his coat (it was pretty cold) and then he wanted a snack… but not the snack I had on offer. This escalated to a time out before we had even started walking. The sweet sound of birds was drowned out by the wails of “I want my Muuuuuuummmmmmmyyyyyy” between periods of heavy sobbing.

Nonetheless, we finally embarked on our hike and Thomas managed to cheer up about half way through – after snack time of course.

We then had lunch at a cafe beside the park (overpriced for what we got, but the potato wedges with sour cream and chilli sauce were good) and walked around town for a little while. The day seemed to be ending nicely when we stopped at a cafe for coffee. Kei and I got into a conversation with the lady who worked there and, while talking, Thomas began tugging at my arm in a playful way and pulling down. My instinct was to pull up and then there was a loud shriek and a LOT of crying. I had done something to Thomas’ arm and it was clearly very painful. He refused to let us touch or move it and my immediate thought was that I had broken something.

We still had an hour to drive before we were back at my parent’s house so we stopped for some panadol and braced ourselves for a fun ride home and then a visit to the doctor’s office.

Turns out Thomas had a case of “Pulled Elbow”, a condition that can apparently be fixed by a doctor in about 3 seconds. After a quick adjustment (Thomas was distracted) and an initial cry of pain, Thomas was soon back to normal. The doctor wasn’t his favourite person in the world but he started moving his arm again as if nothing had happened.

Oh, and then I did it to him again a couple of days later… Definite nominee for Mother of the Year. This time the doctor (a friend of Mum and Dad’s) made a quick house call on a Sunday night which saved us a trip to the emergency room. Gotta love a small town.