Now for the broken bones and the bummed boy. My son has been playing some sort of football since the 4th grade. He loves it. In fourth grade, he played with the fifth and sixth graders in a summer program, and he did this summer football camp for three years. In sixth grade, he also played on the 7th grade football team (along with a few other sixth graders). This year, in his first game of the season as a 7th grader (he's 13), he broke his foot. He will be out for the rest of the season. I spent Wednesday running him around between the doctor and the hospital for x-rays. Yesterday, he finally saw the orthopedic doctor and got a boot and he is feeling much better. He will be able to go back to school Monday. It wasn't a terrible fracture but still a fracture, so he will be out for the season.
I was video taping the game from across the field up in the stands. I had to zoom in to see what was going on. I got the pictures from the video. Shawn told me years ago, probably as a kindergartner, that I was NOT allowed to go check on him if he was hurt, unless the coaches motioned for me to come over. So, after seven years of sports, I sit very calmly in the stands and wait. I'm pretty sure the biggest reason he doesn't want me over there is because he'd probably start crying and NO boy wants their mommy down there in front of the whole world! I'm good as long as I see that he's moving.... no movement....very scary. I can deal with broken limbs...
So, in the picture, you can see my husband in the blue hat, and my daughter in the brown sweatshirt. I was quite surprised to catch a glimpse of compassion when she touched him on the head. They are only one year apart and they fight something awful. I think I'll cherish this picture forever .....and possibly use it for blackmail some day! : )
Have a good weekend! I'm hoping to have a very boring weekend filled with lots of stamping (of course, this part won't be the boring part!)