Keeping Things Interesting

Saturday was an eventful day.

Kenrick started his soccer career with a little clinic in Chillicothe designed to help gauge talent and set up teams for a small league that our gym organizes. Basically the clinic consisted of some simple kicking and dribbling drills, a race to the end of the field and back, and lots of high-fives from the local college team players who were in charge. I don't know how Kenrick 'ranked', but he looked good to me and he had fun doing it. Teams and practices will be set up next week with games on Saturday mornings, we'll keep you posted.

Anthony is getting better at riding his bike. He was actually able to push off of a short stool to get himself going and spend the better part of the afternoon doing the alley-sidewalk circle around our block with Kenrick following closely behind. I think his cheeks got a little sore from smiling so much. Until he wrecked. But wrecks are a part of biking and he shook it off, new scrape on the knee and bruise on the shin, ready to go again.

Paxton made his first unplanned trip to the prompt care. He was crawling happily around on the kitchen floor while I was making breakfast and he got his index finger pinched in the refrigerator door hinge. I had the door opened while he was playing with the refrigerator magnets and didn't notice that he'd grabbed the hinge. When I closed the door he let out a howl and started waving his hand around. I felt terrible. His fingernail was hanging by a thread, so Andrea took him in to the prompt care - second trip in two Saturdays - to get it checked out. They said that the nail might re-attach, but it might not. And if not, it might grow back, but maybe not. Take two aspirin and call in the morning. Ya gotta love modern medicine. Anyway, the fingernail came off today, but Paxton seems okay otherwise.

Not to be outdone, I dropped a butter knife on my foot...