Walking Boots and Snow Boots

Today we got good news from the doc!  Booker got his boot off!  He was really slow walking at first.  Like really slow.  But I sent him to school because he said it didn't hurt and I thought he might stop thinking so much and be himself at school.  By tonight, he was walking pretty normally.  We are taking it easy for a week.  The doctor just said to ease in to activities this week at his pace.  Which could be fast!  We all practically forgot he even had a boot or a broken foot there at the end.  He was running all over the place and playing football and basketball with the neighbors!  Judge me if you want, but if he's fine this week, he'll go to wrestling practice next Thursday and possibly a tournament next Sunday.  ONLY if he isn't having any problems.

Here is the scene we all got used to seeing... the boot.

And here he is with his foot back!  Looks weird now!

He still has his bruise on the bottom of his foot.  The doc said that's right where the break was.

Meanwhile, Bodey is still going strong!  We got enough snow to cover the ground yesterday and it was all I could do to keep him inside.  Even though it was sooooo cold outside, I had to remind myself not to make the kids' decisions based on my love for being nice and warm and cozy.  When I was a kid, I didn't even notice if it was cold outside if I was having fun.  He played outside by himself for quite a while and never complained of being cold.

Silver!

Bodey is a stout, strong, tough little man.  He just has no idea.  I might be bragging a little bit, but this is my blog, so I can, but he honestly could probably beat any opponent he was up against.  IF, he would believe in himself.  Before and after every wrestling match, he tells us how much bigger/tougher/older/taller (the list goes on) the other kids in his bracket are.  Even though we explain the reason for weighing in is so all the kids in the bracket are THE SAME, he honestly thinks we are feeding him a line of crap.  Doesn't believe a word we say.  But today, he had it in his mind he wanted to get that gold medal.  And the DQ ice cream AJ promised him (hey, he is my child).  I told him he just needed to attack right away and then the other kid would see how tough he is and be scared of him.  I think it helped.  His first kid he attacked and pinned in 30 seconds.  Kid #2 he pinned in 1:26.  Now it was the gold medal match.  And, man, did he wrestle his heart out!  He ended up losing 8-7, but was trying so hard!!!  We were all on Cloud 9 that he took home his first ever silver 2ND PLACE medal!

Healing

This morning we went to Booker's follow-up appointment with the orthopedic doctor.  He said everything looks normal, but after examining the x-rays, not only is the 3rd metatarsal broken, but the 4th is and possibly the 2nd too.  But, that doesn't seem to slow the healing process at all.  We go back for another x-ray in two weeks, and possibly get the boot off then.  If not then, most likely it will come off the week following that.  He said kids will basically restrict themselves and that if something hurts he'll back off.  Sounds like a plan of action for the next two weeks!

Broken Little Boy

Yesterday, late afternoon, the boys were downstairs being boys.  Then I heard Booker screaming and Bodey ran up to tell me I needed to help him now!  I ran downstairs and Booker was holding his foot, yelling, "It's broken!  I broke it!  It's broken!"  I tried icing it and examining it.  He just kept crying all evening.  It didn't look bruised or swollen.  He wouldn't put any weight on it AT ALL.  But then when I was putting him to bed I noticed it was swelling. So we headed down to Children's Mercy this morning to get to the bottom of this.  Turns out he broke his 3rd metatarsal.  They put him in a boot, that he hates, and sent us on our way.  We are going to see an orthopedic doctor in a week.  So, bye-bye wrestling season.  Just when he was really starting to pay attention learning new moves to pin his next opponent.  Grrrr!  But, I think I'm more upset about wrestling season than he is.  Next hurdle, getting him to try to stand and put weight on it and getting him to walk.  Easier said than done.  The kid needs to go to school, but not so sure tomorrow will be the day.

Can I Get an Amen?!?!

Why have I hesitated to let the kids help me around the house?  Besides my control to do it my way and the fact that I could do it 10x faster.  But that is all behind me now.  Now that Bodey begs to help me do laundry, dishes and clean bathrooms.  He scrubs pans, rinses them, dries them, and PUTS THEM AWAY!  And once I have laundry sorted, he loves to carry them to the laundry room, fill the washer, start it and even helps me match socks and fold towels.  This is just a huge blessing.  I hope the fun doesn't wear off too quickly.  Last night when I was tucking him in he asked, "Mom, what do we have to do tomorrow?"  I told him we had to take Booker to the doctor (next post).  His response killed me.  "No, I mean, do we have more laundry or dishes?"  Duh, like every day.  :)  But now I have help!

Bad Lunch?

While we were in Wyoming, I heated up some macaroni for Bodey.  When I placed it in front of him he said, "What the hell?  How am I gonna eat all this?"

My mom gave me a look.  I said, "Oh, he didn't say what you think he said.  He said, 'What the, how am I gonna eat all this?'"

And Bodey's reply?  "No I didn't, I said what the hell."

Oh man.  I knew I should discipline, but I just couldn't.  I had to call Dusty in the room to tell him that's not appropriate because I had to excuse myself for laughing so hard I was crying!  And my mom laughing didn't help matters any!