Recovery
Well, the Caveman has almost completely recovered from his
broken arm. It's been a long 10 weeks of recovery, with two different casts followed by a custom splint.
Last week, we went for a check up. After the x-ray, the doctor said that he didn't have to wear the splint all day, but he did need to put it back on for a couple of weeks during gym class or other activities where there was a risk he could fall. Now, the Caveman has been away from hockey since Christmas and he misses it desparately. His novice (U8) team has a tournament this weekend - I asked if it was at all possible if Caveman could play. "No, it wouldn't be a good idea to play hockey that soon."
NOT the answer the Caveman was looking for at this time. His face got very red, and tears started slowly to drip out the corners of his eyes. The young doctor felt bad, gave him a pat on the head and said "Sorry, but it's for the best."
He kept his rage bottled up until we left the examination room. Then, he could hold it no longer as we walked out to the parking lot.
"Stupid doctor, what does he know. I never fall at hockey, I'm not like the other kids, I'm good, I can stay on my feet, I won't hurt my arm, just let me play Daddy, we don't have to tell that dumb doctor, can I just play in the tournament Daddy!?"
Clearly, I shouldn't have mentioned the tournament to him. Oh well, he's over it now and looking forward to softball season.
New curse word
It may not surprise you that the Caveman has invented a new 'curse' word. Recently, he was playing ministicks hockey with his brother (using his left hand, as his right hand was in a cast) and Fitzroy Junior cheered after what he thought was a goal. Caveman, unconvinced said "That's bullshoes, no goal!" We not sure if he misheard the actual word in the past, or if he just decided this version would be better as it wouldn't get him in trouble. In any event, "bullshoes" is the newest profanity in our house. Try saying it the next time you want to curse but don't want to offend anyone.
Birthday beverage
Caveman celebrated a birthday last month; he has now spent 8 years entertaining us. For his special day, he wanted to go out for supper, for his favourite restaurant meal, chicken 'muggets'.
Before we went, he asked if he could order a special drink. He's doesn't get to have soft drinks at home, so we were thinking maybe he wanted a Sprite or something similar. But no.....he wondered "Could I get a .5 beer at the restaurant?" Uh no, sorry, we don't need the Children's Aid making a house call. "But it's not REAL beer, Daddy, why not?" I am figuring his high school years may be problematic.
Amazing discovery
The other morning, Caveman got out of bed late once again. He shambles into the bathroom - and I hear "Wow, this is cool!". Turns out that the Caveman had figured out that he didn't have to completely lower his underwear down to his knees to have a pee. He discovered that there is a opening in the front of his underpants to allow 'access'. "Did you know about this, Daddy?" Mrs Fastball claims I am a failure as a father because I never taught him that.
Hockey season
While the Caveman has been sidelined, Fitzroy Junior has been playing hockey (or as my US American friends sometimes refer to it, "soccer on skates") with his atom (U10) team. They have had a very good season, including a
tournament win in Barry's Bay - a town which is not the end of the world, but you can see it from there.
Fitzroy Junior has been working hard, practicing on the outdoor rink and really seeing some success on the ice. This year, he's scored 20+ goals in league, tournament, and playoff play - a far cry from three years ago when he led the league in "
almost goals".
His team is in the division final vs their arch rivals from Carleton Place. Hopefully he will take home the crown, then ease right into softball season full of confidence!
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