Lehi Round-up Rodeo

Juma attended his first rodeo with us last night. He had a blast, and loved wearing his new cowboy hat. We saw bucking broncos, bulls, barrel racing, chuck wagon racing, and motocross jumping. Juma wants to try chuck wagon racing when he grows up.

more camping picutres

Thanks to Andria, we have new pictures from camping at Diamond Fork. Check us out.

Justin and Juma gather 'round the campfire. Notice Justin's giant walking boot next to him.



Ammon and Juma put on their best smiles for the camera.



Juma and Ammon compete for the best-goldened marshmallow.



Ammon and Juma bond in their silliness.



Justin and his injured ankle chill with brothers-in-law, Matt (right) and Patrick (left).

diamond fork

This last weekend, we went camping in Diamond Fork Canyon with Matt & Andria and Jody, Patrick, and Ammon. We had fun with our perfectly-golden-brown-marshmallow contest, went fishing, stared into the fire, hiked around on red rock, and talked nervously but cryptically (for Juma and Ammon's sake) about bears. (No sightings.)



Juma and Aunt Andria

and then some

Justin has an appointment with an orthopedist for this afternoon--and finally got the insurance to approve it. And now Juma is sick. Sheesh.

Update: Justin got a walking boot (they kind people wear after a break), but that doesn't mean he can walk on it yet. He still has to keep it up as much as possible to avoid pain.

Juma is still feeling sick, though seems to be improving. I think now he's just acting more sick than he actually is so he can keep watching TV and lounging in his pajamas. If he starts acting normal, I might do something mean like make him play outside.

update on injury

Since Justin's ankle injury only got worse since Thursday, with major swelling and internal bleeding, we decided this is much worse than a regular sprain. He can't do anything but lie down and keep his foot elevated, or else his ankle gave him extreme pain. So finally I took him to an urgent care center, and after about 3 hours and too many phone calls to claims department, insurance reps, doctors, two stores to find a car charger for my phone because we were expecting calls on it but it was running out of batteries and my only charger is a house charger but it was in Sandy in our car because Andria's car died so she took ours to work, and lots of frustration, we got nothing. Nothing except the knowledge that the care Justin should have gotten he didn't get and couldn't get it.

Later, the urgent care doctor called back and asked Justin to come in for a splint. The splint he got in the ER was the exact wrong kind for his injury, but this new one is much better, covers his whole foot and goes up his leg a bit. Finally, he can walk with crutches, still putting no weight on his bad leg, but at least he can move around.

dinosaurs!

Yesterday, Juma and I went to the dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point with Juma's cousin Ammon, Grandpa and Grandma Wilson, Grandma Beckham, Aunt Andria, and Aunt Jody (Ammon's mom). Yes, the ratio was 3 adults to 1 child. (Justin would have come, but his ankle is still really bad.)

Juma and Ammon had fun acting like paleontologists



building a foam dinosaur



checking out the 4-year old boys' favorite, the T-rex (this museum has 2 of them!)



and learning how ancient Greeks thought mammoth bones belonged to Cyclops

chilling with cousins

During the reunion, Juma got to play with his Beckham cousins

the rarely-pictured Aidan



Rylee



Tristan



Irelyn



and Justin's youngest cousin, Jake (who is 9 months younger than Juma but about 6 inches taller)

reunion fishing

We went fishing in Midway during the reunion.

Juma caught a fish with a Batman fishing pole within the first few minutes.



The kids had great luck on this catch-and-release trip.

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ER

Nope, not the TV show. The actual emergency room. Justin's sister, Andria, and her husband, Matt, invited Justin to play on their company indoor soccer team last night. I went to watch. Within five minutes of starting the game, Justin was on the ground in extreme pain from a rolled ankle (and Matt had made a goal). Two guys carried him off the field, somebody got some ice, and I gave him 3 ibuprofen. He decided it was bad enough that it might be broken, so I took him to the American Fork hospital.

In New Haven there are stab wounds, gunshot wounds, 3-car pile-up injuries, and alcohol poisonings on any given night in the ER, and the wait takes 9 hours if you have something as minor as, oh, pneumonia.* In American Fork, though, there were a spider bite, a broken thumb, some sutures coming loose, and a sprained ankle. So we were happy to be in and out within 2 and a half hours.

Luckily, Justin's ankle is not broken. He tore some ligaments, and he is in quite a bit of pain.



*True story. Happened to me.