Middle Monkey

Jeremy has really done it this time.  He hurt his wrist during a tackle in his last game of this season.  Would complain a little ocassionally that it was a little tender, but kept assuring me that it was fine.  He's continued working out pretty hard in the weight room at school during his Athletics period.  Finally, the past couple of days he's been complaining a little harder.  Tried calling to get him into WHMC for a couple days and finally broke down and asked for whatever they had available, wherever they had it available.  I took him to BAMC last night and the news was not good.

BROKEN!

We have to go back on Tuesday to see an Orthopedic Surgeon.  I asked him if he learned a lesson about not putting off the doctor if you have an injury because it will only get worse.  He said, "Kinda".  Silly boys.



Ireland??

I remember the day I first heard of this girl.  As I pick Jeremy up from school he asks me, "Mom, can I go to Ireland?"  Well, that's what I heard anyway.  I said, "I guess some day you could."  "No, I meant I wanted to go today".  "There's no way you are going to Ireland today,  you don't even have a passport."

My son looked at me like I was silly.  Gave me the biggest grin and said, "Mom, Irelyn...is my girlfriend.  I wanted to go to her house."  oh.  oh.  oHHHHH....Makes sense.  Irelyn?  Very pretty name.

I've since met this lovely young lady, her younger siblings and her AWESOME Mom.  Glad to have my son spend time with them.