Yes, I was afraid.Grandma and Papa Phillips came for a visit and we went to the Wooden Boat Show/Crab Feed, the Lighthouse/Tide Pools, and the beach. (This picture is of Carter.)
I got some of the pictures mixed up, but I think this is Papa at the Crab Feed.
McKay and Papa relaxing in the morning. 
So here's the main story today: Carter broke his arm. REALLY broke it. Both bones, the radius, the ulna... all of it.
If you're squeamish, don't read the next sentence. Carter's forearm looked like it had two wrists a couple of inches apart. There was a bend in it where no bend belongs, as you can see from the next X-ray
Here's the story: Carter likes to help out by throwing away McKay's dirty diapers. He thinks it's fun. He picks up the diaper, takes it to the diaper pail in the garage and then runs back in announcing his good deed to the room at large. This time after disposing of the stinkbomb, he missed a step on the stairs (the same set under the scaffolding in the picture at the top of this post) and fell end over end down the steps and stuck out his hand to stop his fall. That's what we think happened anyway - I was at work and Suzanne was putting McKay's pants back on in McKay's bedroom. She heard a series of thumps, then crying. She called me at work and my coworkers were kind enough to let me off for the rest of the day so I could sit in the emergency room with Carter. He was a real trooper - there was a small amount of sniffling, but he put on a brave face and only cried once when he got bored of lying there while his arm was being stretched back into place... He was BORED. The nurses (who all happened to be male) told him they were impressed with how tough he was and how brave. I was very proud of him. 
He's doing fine now. We're still trying to figure out what adjustments need to be made to his routine now that he'll only have one good arm, but he seems to be happy otherwise. We'll keep you posted. In the meantime, Suzanne and I are debating whether we should move to a house with no stairs, but Carter, Suzanne, and I all agree that it's time for McKay to be potty-trained.
The boys' favorite rides were Dumbo, the Casey Jr. Circus Train, the Storybook Land boats, and It's a Small World. We had to keep going back there, over and over and over. But they loved it. This is McKay in the monkey cage on Casey Jr.
McKay and me at the Monorail station, overlooking the Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage (which was a lame ride when I was a kid but now is pretty cool.)
Carter LOVED Autopia. He couldn't steer very well and was laughing his little head off every time the wheels hit the rail in the center.
Carter also loved meeting the characters. After taking this picture, he turned and gave Goofy a big hug. It was so cute. I was really mad that I had just put my camera away.
Carter and Handy Manny. Carter ran up and said, "I have a cap just like you!" He and McKay have been wearing their caps night and day for the past month.
Gramma, Papa, and the boys in the central plaza.
Dad and I went on the Tower of Terror, which drops you 13 stories, then raises you and drops you again and again. Guaranteed to make you scream like a little girl every time you ride it, or maybe that's just me. Dad said, "Before I went on the Tower of Terror, I was a little afraid of it. Now I'm terrified of it!"
