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Before going over our 4th of July weekend in excruciating detail, we'll give an update on Henry's fractured heel. We went back to the doctor to get a cast last last Monday, but found that Henry's temporary cast gave him a nasty blood blister, so they decided to just go with a boot, The Wee Walker. It is actually working out pretty nice. It's a little less safe, but we can take the boot off so he can get a full blown bath, go swimming and doesn't have to wear it for nap and sleeping. He'll be stuck in the boot for a few weeks, but should be walking on it pretty soon. On a side note, Children's Hospital has a sign that says, "Hot Clinic Staff Only." I thought it was funny. I wonder where the ugly staff has to go.

A week later and this thing still looks nasty. No wonder he was such a sad boy in his temporary cast. 

Independence Day weekend was pretty busy. On Friday we went to the Brookfield parade. I am looking forward to when the kids don't want to go to parades. They are super boring and lame. I didn't even get a ton of candy. We also went to the Hansen's for a party. We all had a good time and Cole made a new best friend, and made the poor guy give him a hug when it was time to go. I'll have to start addressing the hugging and kissing soon. It's a bit out of control.

On Saturday we finally made it on the pontoon boat. The boys did a little rock throwing and caught a bunch of fish, so that was fun.

We also managed to fit in a couple of bike rides over the weekend. This was Cole's first time biking outside of the driveway, so we worked on teaching him the rules of the road. The first ride was just the boys and I. Cole did great stopping and looking for cars. He does struggle to pay attention, and one time ended up tipping over in a ditch. No tears, so that was good. Henry has to ride in the Wee Rider on my bike (because of his Wee Walker). He likes it just fine and didn't have any interest taking his own bike. He just sits there and brags that he's not tired or thirsty.

The second bike trip included Kristin. To put it nicely, there was a lot more chatter. She was constantly barking at Cole about this and that and worried about everything. Needless to say, the second trip was not as much fun. There was also another ditch incident. Cole got mad at me because I went in front of him, he stopped paying attention, forgot to turn and flew right into a ditch. He was going much faster and hit a lot harder so this ditch crash had some tears, but no injuries.