On the Thursday of the week before last, Molly had a collision at her soccer practice that left her with a sore knee. It was the first time she has ever had to sit out of part of a practice so I knew it was really bothering her. I bought her a brace and she was careful to rest it the following day, but when she woke up on that Saturday she was determined to play in her game. I told her I didn’t think she should play but she was convinced she would be okay since she was walking better on it. 3 minutes into the game she collapsed on the field. I had to carry her off with the help of one of the other mothers.
Ben was out of town that weekend, and so two of the other dads in attendance carried Molly up the hill and all the way back to our car while I gathered up the rest of the kids. My visit teacher met me at my house so that I could leave the little ones behind and just focus on getting Molly to the urgent care clinic.
Much to her embarrassment, I had to use a wheelchair to get her inside. She was in so much pain and couldn’t straighten her knee. I told her there was no way I was going to carry her inside.
The urgent care doctor took a brief look and diagnosed it as a sprain. He put her in a brace and gave her some crutches with the instruction to follow up with an orthopedist if it didn’t get better in a week. He thought it would likely feel better within a few days.
A few days came and went and she was still in a lot of pain and unable to put any weight on it. It was also swelling, causing her foot to tingle. That added to the fact that she heard a “pop” when she hurt it at her game, made us want to get a second opinion. Luckily we have a friend at church who is a very good orthopedist and he evaluated her in his home and advised that we get an MRI done.
Last Friday Molly had her office visit with our orthopedist friend and an MRI and x-ray. She still had quite a bit of swelling in her knee which wasn’t a good sign, but we had to wait until today to find out the extent of her injury. It turns out that she has a grade 1 MCL Tear and bone contusion. No surgery is needed but it will likely be 3-5 weeks until she will be back in playing condition. Molly is super bummed about missing the last half of her season. Poor girl!
Molly had a game in Spokane this weekend giving us the opportunity to visit with Sandy and her family for a little bit. (Pictures courtesy of Sandy since I was awful at remembering to snap any.) We got in late Friday night and Adelaide didn’t waste any time before showing off her sweet moves at Rebekah’s new barre. Rebekah switched from gymnastics to ballet recently and I’m excited to have someone to talk all things ballet with.
Molly and I got up in the wee hours of Saturday morning (ok, like 6am) to take a trip to the temple with Sandy and Rebekah and the youth of their ward. I love being in the temple with family.
When I told the kids that we were heading to Spokane, they were so excited. William really wanted to find an antler and wild turkey feather just like Grandpa Johnson had on a previous visit. He searched most of the yard without any success, until Uncle Perry helped him to find one.
Thank you Uncle Perry! William was so excited to find his treasure. He alternated between talking about it’s awesomeness, retelling the story of it’s discovery, and pretending that it was growing out of various parts of his body.
We didn’t have a whole lot of time before we had to pack up (and bundle up) for Molly’s game. We made a quick stop for some under armor for Molly so she wouldn’t freeze to death. The little kids were so excited that there was snow around the field and quickly set to work making snowmen.
Molly’s team had a great game and everyone played well. They won, 2-1. After the game we headed straight for home. It was a short but fun little trip. We would like to visit Sandy’s family again when we have a bit more time. It would also be nice to take a few more short road trips with the kids.
Getting outside for exercise in the winter hasn’t been easy. We’ve braved the cold and wet a few times, but mostly I just run the kids through some sort of indoor circuit. It mostly works. After our last run, William asked that I put up the pull-up bar. He really wants to build up muscle so that he can play football.
Ben also signed the boys up for a short basketball clinic. It’s an hour once a week for a few weeks. The boys were super excited to go. They got nice and tuckered out which was nice.
Oliver really, really, really wanted to join the class. He kept chanting “Me hoop! Me hoop!” and pointing wildly at the balls. He really didn’t understand why he couldn’t play with the bigger boys.
Henry had his last soccer game of the season on Saturday. It was freezing and very rainy, but he led the team to a victory again. They only lost one game all season (though no official scores are ever kept) and I figure it must be due to the fantastic coaching by my super awesome husband. It’s been so fun to watch Henry grow as a player this year and it makes me really excited for next season.
Molly had her first soccer tournament with her new league team this past weekend. (She is in yellow on the right.) The tournament was about an hour North of us and it was hot, hot, hot! Molly has been working hard and has really improved over this summer. I’m proud of how seriously she takes this new team. Her team tied one game and lost two, but I expect they’ll do better once they’ve had more time to work together. There were several people out of town, several subs, and plenty of new people so it was tricky.
I brought all of the kids with me to the first game, Friday afternoon. The older three were fantastic, but Oliver was a mess. He’s reached the age where it isn’t fun to bring him anywhere. Ever. On Saturday, Molly had two games, one early in the morning and one in the evening. Ben took her to the morning game and then I drove up for the evening game. It worked much better that way. In between games, Molly hung out with her team and rested up for the next match. Her coach has been working on team unity and building the team relationships. I think it’s great.
Molly’s next tournament is in two weeks and though she will be with her other house, they have agreed to take her. It’s wonderful, because Molly really wants to go and there will be more people in town so her team should play better. It’s a little closer too, which will be nice. Go Molly!
Adelaide had her ballet recital this weekend. She took a ballet class this year that was for 2-3 year-olds so it was mostly creative movement with a pinch of ballet thrown in, but she adored it. She loves ballet and it makes my heart jump for joy.
Adelaide was super excited for her recital. Not only was she able to finally wear the ultra fancy costume, but she was also supposed to wear makeup. I’m pretty sure she thought it was the best day ever. It’s funny to me that she would be so excited about makeup seeing as I barely ever wear any myself and if I do it’s barely noticeable. Maybe it was the fact that I have a drawer of makeup that she is usually forbidden to play with, that was now open and being used for her.
Henry had a game and team party that conflicted with the recital so we divided and conquered. Ben took Addy to the dress rehearsal so he was able to see her dance in person. Molly and I took Addy to her actual recital and it was so much fun to see her perform. She had a huge smile on her face the entire time and was not phased by the audience one bit. She is a natural performer. I tried to capture a video on my phone of her 45 second dance, but it didn’t work out very well because I couldn’t see over the people in front of me (short people problems) and then the lady right in front of me kept moving her head around like some sort of possessed snake. Not that I am bitter or anything.
Watching all the different classes dance on stage really made me want to teach ballet. I kept picking out corrections I wanted to give and things I wanted to teach them. I wish there was room in my life right now for teaching ballet, but there isn’t. It is more important to me to be there for my own children and available to take them to their activities and support them in their endeavors. Maybe someday.
Something happens to my kids when we arrive at the ballpark causing them to scatter in all directions. No matter how hard I try, they refuse to make things easier on me by staying somewhat close together and out of danger. This evening, Molly was walking Toby, trying to keep him from spazzing out every time a dog walked by. Oliver busied himself by throwing and chasing a baseball and trying to walk the retaining wall. Henry glued himself to the fence on the other side of the team dugout far out of my sight. William, who I was actually there to watch, was somewhere on the field. Adelaide had to go to the bathroom twice within the first 10 minutes otherwise I probably wouldn’t have seen her at all. By the time Ben arrived at the field I was ready to throw a giant screaming fit. Sometimes having five kids actually feels like having 500 kids.