It's been quite a long time since I blogged here.  Ian and Alissa have come and gone -- seemed like in a flash.  The visit with them was great and I wish they'd gotten stationed at Camp Pendleton.  Ah well, we have a good excuse to head to Hawaii for a vacation soon.  Just before they arrived, Joseph broke his right arm.  Getting him not to mess up the cast is an impossible task.  He has removed the section of the cast that goes between his thumb and fingers because it was "bugging me Mom".  He said it hurt.  Maybe so, but if he ends up needing surgery it's going to hurt a whole lot worse. 

When he came home, he said he'd fallen on it and he and his friends described the incident.  They were using old lumber at the baseball field as a teeter totter -- or a catapault.   Joseph launched his friend Oliver who landed on his feet.  Then they decided that it wasn't high enough and they increased the height of the boards to about 2 1/2 feet.  Then Joseph stood while his buddy Jared jumped onto the other end.  Except, the board slipped sideways as it launched Joseph.  Jared fell onto his knee and scraped it.  Joseph went flying and landed on his arm first, then his other hand and knees.  He has the copy of his xray in a frame hanging on the wall in his bedroom.  Must be a boy thing!  His dad got him the frame so he could hang it up.  John was convinced it was just a sprain and told him to put ice on it.  I knew it was more than a sprain, but I thought he'd broken his wrist not his arm.  So I took him to Urgent Care and sure enough -- the radius had a compression fracture that caused the sides of the bone to bulge out.  The doctor said if it had slipped out of place, he would have had to have surgery.  I'm just hoping he hasn't done anything in the past 2 weeks to cause it to slip.  He's still jumping on the trampoline, riding his scooter and doing bunny hops off curbs. 

What's a mom to do?  Stock up on bandaids and ace wraps!