Today was Ryan's last basketball game of the season. It has been a somewhat challenging year for him since the 3rd and 4th graders are together. Being younger and shorter (I know, he is actually shorter than many of the players this year, hard to believe) made it more difficult to play like he has in the past. But that has been a good thing because he has had to become tougher and play harder.
So this was a great last game. We beat the other team 32 to 18. Normally I don't focus on the score a whole lot but today it was such a boost for our team. Ryan scored 6 points and had numerous rebounds. One of his other strengths is defense. He does an excellent job guarding his man. He looks like he has potential to be a decent future basketball player which will make his mother quite happy.
Right now he is at a team pizza party at his coach's house (Bart Gardiner who is also our neighbor and dentist). There he will get his medal for the year. It is sad to see the season end and yet we now have soccer and baseball right around the corner to look forward to . .
So yesterday was an exciting and frustrating day all wrapped into one. I took Brianna in to see Dr. Pack (next to Daddy's office) to have her stitches removed. She was looking forward to being rid of them once and for all. However, her tune soon changed as the Dr. brought out the scissors. She let me know that she changed her mind and didn't want them out after all.
I tried every trick of persuasion in the book to no avail. Everytime he got close she started
screaming at the top of her lungs. I called Roger and asked him to come as reinforcement. Being a daddy's girl I figured she would cooperate for him. Nope. She would not be convinced. Finally after much talk and no action we had to take matters into our own hand. We both physically had to hold her down (I on the legs and Roger on her upper half). By now, she is irate, kicking and screaming and hitting Roger. The doctor wasn't even touching her. I would post a picture but I couldn't get my hands free to take one. She is one strong 4 year old.Needless to say, we got them all out . . almost. There are still a few more in but we just couldn't get to them. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for her or just laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. She insisted that it hurt worse than actually squashing her finger in the first place (whatever). And she later apologized for hitting daddy, but assured me that he stilled loved her anyway. (Which is true seeing how he still bought her icecream inspite of her non-cooperation). In her prayers last night she said "Thank you for letting me get my stitches out even though I screamed the whole time". Well I am thankful it is pretty much over. I am also grateful to patient doctors that know what they are doing. Hopefully (knock on wood) we will avoid this kind of thing for a long awhile.
