It's official

Stratton was super excited to go skiing and has been waiting for weeks and weeks for there to be enough snow to take his skis up to the mountain. Finally the day arrived and we packed up our gear and headed up to Mt. Hood Meadows for a day on the slopes. It was Stratton's first time skiing, so we decided that a two hour lesson at ski school would be a great idea.

Jeff and I took the girls on some runs and then stopped by ski school to see how Stratton was doing. He was loving it! A natural. We left to go on a few more runs before his lesson time was over. When Jeff went back to pick up Stratton, he was told that on Stratton's last run of the lesson he fell and was taken to the medical clinic to have his wrist looked at. Oh, great!! After an x-ray it was official...a broken arm. This is the first one for any of the kids.

So, the following Monday we took a trip to the pediatrician to have a cast put on. Stratton was a trooper even though the doctor kept forgetting that it hurt every time he made Stratton's arm rotate. How do you "forget" that time after time? A little pain and 30 minutes later Stratton had on his new blue cast. Four weeks is all it will take and then we'll be back on the slopes...this time wearing wrist guards!



There's nothing like a little ice cream to make a broken arm feel a whole lot better!