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This will be a quick one.  Scott went last Tuesday to the doctor and got a new cast for 2 more weeks.  So by this point it’s about another week with his new green cast.  He said the doctor told him the sure way to know if the bone was still broken was to press in on it so he did and Scott said it hurt bad.  Maybe gave a little silent scream.  But the bone is healing and Scott should be back to normal soon.

You’re doing great hon.  It’s almost over.

I’ve got a little video here of what Truman was up to before he got his cast off last week.  He was doing full heel over head flips on our couch.  That goes to show how good was feeling.  His arm wasn’t hurting at all and he was running full steam ahead.  I think I scared him a little though about playing too hard at the park because he would hold back when we went outside to play but he didn’t care what the consequences were when we were in the house.

Truman got his cast off last Wednesday.  He’s still holding it in the same position that the cast held it in and will probably be doing that for a while.  It just takes some time to get the range of motion back.  It doesn’t hurt him as long as he keeps it bent.  He was doing flips over the couch this morning though so it’s obviously not bugging him too much.

Right when he got the cast off his arm was disgusting.  Dead skin everywhere so the nurse took us into a room and I asked her if I could wash it off and she gave me little alcohol squares.  So I was sitting with his arm in the sink washing off  his arm because he said the skin was itching him.  The doctor walks in the room and says, “Please don’t do that.  His skin is so sensitive right now you’re going to give him a rash.”  Well thanks, nurse for giving me the wipes.  The doctor said to just bathe him and apply lots of lotion and the skin will take care of itself.  Good to know after the fact.  And sure enough, I gave Truman a rash on his poor sensitive arm.  Live and learn.  I think I apologized to Truman like 100 times.  I felt so bad.

Tru goes back to see Dr. Garg in about 2 weeks to check his range of motion.  I have full confidence in Truman’s ability to adapt that he will be perfectly fine by then.  If not, we do physical therapy.  I can think of worse things.  As of now the bone is healed and he’s running around like any 6 year old should.  Well, with a bent arm.  But that’s not stopping him.

We’ve got yet another first going on.  Max is on his first soccer team, the Hurricanes.  Because Max is 8 most of the kids on his team have been playing for a few years.  I was afraid this was going to be a disaster but it wasn’t.  In fact Max had a blast and I loved watching him play.  He got a hold of the ball a few times and passed it where it needed to be.  Max, being Max, is not as aggressive as some of his teammates but he is a great team player and had a smile on his face the whole game.  His coach even told him it was nice to hear laughter from the field.  Not something he’s used to.

Scott is the Assistant Coach so he’s been able to be with Max at practice and at clinics.  I could not be more happy with the outcome of todays game.   It’s just the beginning of a great season.

I love this second picture because that’s how Max looked the entire time.  He was smiling and laughing and there was a skip to his run.  I mean, the kid was having so much fun.  Everyone else was so serious and focused on winning and he was just enjoying the game.  Doing great and enjoying the game.  I couldn’t have asked for this to go better.  Yay soccer.  Yay Max!

Goooo Hurricanes!!

Because Max is eight now he started Cub Scouts yesterday.  He was so excited to get dressed in his uniform and I don’t think he had any idea what to expect but he thoroughly enjoyed the pack meeting.  While we were driving we had this conversation:

Max:  Mom, why do I have to wear these numbers on my arm?

Me:  That’s your pack number.

Max:  What’s a pack.

Me:  Well you know what a Ward (congregation) is right?  It’s a group of people that all live in the same area that go to church together.  Well a pack is a group of Scout’s that all live near each other.

Max:  So I have to move? (Implying leave our family.)

I very kindly told him no.  You just go to Scout’s with people you live by.  I wanted to say something about how he was now going to be living with all these other boys and someone else would raise him, maybe wolves as a matter of fact but I refrained.

I could not believe how ridiculous the Pack Meeting was.  Riddles and bubble gum blowing contests.  In fact there I’ve never felt so stupid in my life because I cannot do riddles.  I honestly can’t figure them out.  Never have been and it makes me feel really dumb.  Well, apparently they like riddles in Cub Scouts so hopefully  my kids didn’t get my inability to work out simple problems.  Like this one.  They gave some of the kids eleven toothpicks and told them to turn them into nine.  Do you know how to do that?  I’ll put the answer in the comments in case your like me and have no idea how you turn eleven toothpicks into nine.

Elaine helped me sew on all the patches so Max looked just like the other new Wolfs in the pack.  It really was a fun night.  My only problem was Tru and Oli because they kept raising their hands to participate but couldn’t.  They didn’t give me any grief but it made me sad to see them disappointed. (Like I’ve never said no to my kids before, right?)

Just another sign of Max growing up and turning into a little man.

I just have one question for you… Do you remember Cub Scouts being so silly?