Taylor's Life Lesson...Learn To Catch A Football!

So, last Monday Will came home early and the weather was so nice that he and the kids went outside to play. Taylor was shooting hoops and Will and Ryan were playing football.

At some point Will thought it would be a good idea to pitch the ball in Taylor's direction. She was kinda looking but like typical Taylor was spacing out a bit. When she finally focused to see the ball coming her way she stuck her left hand up enough that the ball hit the end of her pinkie.
She came in whining that she needed ice for her finger. I kinda ignored her telling her she needed to toughen up!

As the week went on her finger got worse. It went from light blue all the way to a deep purple!! Thursday I finally called the doctor. The doctor sent us to the hospital for x-rays and then we went BACK to the doctor's office to hear the verdict...BROKEN!!! Great...I had been making my daughter live with a broken finger for days! Hmmm...for some of you this may sound familiar...my parents made me live with a broken finger for a week. I was made to move it and told to bite the bullet for a whole week before anyone even started contemplating to take me to the Dr!
So on Friday Will took Taylor to see an orthopedic surgeon to make sure she hadn't done damage to her growth plate. He put her in a cast that goes all the way up to her elbow. We have been laughing wondering what the cast would look like if she had broken a major bone in her hand!

She is going to be in the cast for at least 4 weeks. It hasn't seemed to bother her yet. She is able to shower with it which is MUCH nicer than back in the day when we had to try to get a bag over it and shower that way.

I wondered why she had chosen green instead of pink or red...her reply to me was "Mom, green is my favorite color...where have you been?" Well, obviously not keeping up with the favorite color changes!!! So, it is a good thing I didn't pick for her cause ya all know what color I would have chosen...PINK!!!

I love you my dear Taylor! Here's to hoping that finger heals quickly!!!

Ready For Take OUT

Mr Ryan (aka:Crash-n-Burn) had obviously bumped his front tooth sometime last year. We had Dr Grow look at it in December and he said it was dead but there was no need to do anything with it. Well, leave it to Crash-n-Burn to find a way to hit that tooth at least two more times which in turn chipped it very bad! I still am trying to figure out how he hit that tooth since it was so much farther up into the gum than the rest.? Anyways, when we were brushing his teeth the other day I noticed the back of that tooth looked really, really funny...almost like I could see the nerve. I called the Dr Grow's office and they found room to squeeze him in to check it.

So, this morning at 8:15 Ryan, Brock and I headed to the dentist. Now mind you, Brock doesn't like going to the dentist himself so I had told Ryan he had to be a VERY big boy and show Brock there was nothing to be afraid of. Taylor and Ryan are the only two kids I know who look forward to going to the dentist (strange kids)!

Dr Grow looked at the tooth and shook his said while saying to me "He has got to be in a lot of pain. The nerve is extremely exposed!" That comment just verified that Mr. Crash-n-Burn has a HUGE pain tolerance! (I had asked Ryan several times over the past few weeks if the tooth hurt him and he always replied with a shrug of his shoulders and a nope.) Dr Grow said there was nothing else to do other than just remove the tooth. I had no problem with this at all except that I knew I needed to get Brock back out in the waiting room before this event took place!

After taking pictures of his teeth it was time to give him the "laughing gas" which Dr Grow said made him look like a Fighter Pilot. Ryan thought that was pretty cool but then he began to get a bit panicky. He didn't want to lay back in the chair, the nose piece was bugging him and I think he just plan didn't know what to expect. The Dental Hygienist came to give him "the shot" which they refer to as "Goofy Juice." I had to step out of the room because 1. I DO NOT DO NEEDLES and 2. I HATE NOVOCAINE SHOTS MYSELF!!! I would be NO HELP to my poor child. But as I was standing outside the room the wail of my child caused me to leap to his side. He had gone from being panicky to down right hysterical. As they started to give him the shot he jerked his head which caused the needle to shift inside his gum. I held his hand and tried desperately to calm him down but did not succeed immediately. I just kept thinking "Ryan this really isn't helping Brock's fears of the Dentist!"


He did finally calm down once we allowed him to sit in my lap. And when Dr Grow came back in Ryan without being asked moved back toward the tooth. A discussion then took place between Dr Grow and his assistant (Cedar) that a second shot had not been given that was needed. I thought to myself...Oh dear, here we go again! But Dr Grow was SO good with Ryan he talked calmly while gently rubbing Ryan's head and explained what was going to happen and that he needed Ryan to help him out so they could be a team. Ryan NEVER flinched, cried, winced, NOTHING! The next thing I knew there was the tooth sitting on the tray. My 4 year old had a funny little gap where his baby tooth used to be.

They placed the tooth inside a cute tooth holder which could be worn as a necklace. Ryan was so proud! He walked right out and told Brock (with a piece of gauze sticking out of his mouth) "I lost a tooth and the Tooth Fairy is coming to my house tonight.

Both boys were so good. So we went past Becky's for a special drink for each of them. Oh yeah, and ME.