Somehow we got through 9 years of raising boys with no broken bones.
Then last summer Ryan broke his finger. Well, Matthew decided to
do something about our low bone-break-count. He cracked/buckled
a total of 4 bones in his forearms! (In each forearm, right near the
wrist, the larger of the two bones is buckled and the smaller one is
cracked.)

So, now he is in 2 (temporary, for now) casts, each going from his hand
to above the elbow, and he can't do anything for himself. For at least
6 weeks. Give us strength! He can't get either hand close enough to
his mouth to feed himself. He currently can't write at all, but I am
hopeful that the permanent casts will allow enough finger flexibility
for him to hold a pencil.

On the bright side, I no longer have a conflict with the two boys'
soccer games. :-/

If you have a child who might be prone to do so, tell him/her that when
climbing a baseball backstop, it is *not* actually a good idea to turn
around and try to climb down with your back to the fence so you can see
where you're going better. :-O

--Robyn (mommy to Ryan 9/93 and Matthew 6/96 and Evan 3/01)