six

Nathan turned six yesterday. We went to his soccer game in the morning. He had fallen on his arm a few days earlier and had not been using it since. He fell twice at soccer and was in enough pain to warrant a trip to the doctor. Urgent care is not a happy place to be on a Saturday. We sat in the waiting room for two hours. Two hours! Then it was another hour in the exam room. The doctor took x-rays and did a thorough examination. Despite it being obviously swollen and Nathan's pain, he determined it was not broken just strained. Nathan wanted it wrapped up in an Ace bandage. Seemed to give him some comfort, at least mentally.

After attending Emma's vocal recital, we got pizza and went to the park.

Then we came home to watch a movie and open presents. I felt like it was a rather lame birthday for Nathan but he didn't seem to mind.