Julian's cast came off today! Three weeks is the length of time that he had to wear it, and he was so excited to finally have his arm back. No more showers with his arm bagged and taped up in a large plastic shopping bag! No more accidentally cracking his mom in the face with a hard exoskeleton arm when she tries to snuggle him! And no more skank smelling cast (that truthfully was a mix between rotting flesh and pickles). Freedom!
I took this picture of him just before we were called back to the "cast room" because I wanted him to have a picture of all the signatures. When he broke his arm the first time, we thought we would be able to save the cast, but they unwrapped it instead of sawing it off. They use this weird material now that reacts with the air once the package is opened and begins to harden immediately. No more plaster. So I figured we'd end up with an unwound pile of smelly black cast.
No unwrapping here. These guys used a saw and it was very noisy, hence the ear protection. (I almost called them "ear goggles" because I'm effing exhausted from Audrey waking up at 4:00am for the last few days, that I have no grasp of the English language right now.)
Here he is after the cast came off, waiting to see the doctor. We all had completely forgotten that he had a temporary tattoo on his arm that said "Happy Halloween" and it survived being rubbed around the inside of his cast. His manly arm hair however, did not. It got rubbed completely off. Weird, right? Maybe I should cast my armpits and see what happens.
Also happening, but I am really slow posting about is that for the last two-ish weeks, Audrey has decided to potty train herself. I bought her this little potty thinking that it would be good to have around the house so she can see it and get used to the idea of potty training when she turned two. But right before she turned 20 months, she told me she had to peepee. Except that she calls it, "beepie!" She also calls poop, "boop." (I have laughed myself breathless over "boop" even though it's probably only super funny to me.) Every single day so far since that very first day a couple of weeks ago, she has consistently used the potty. Party on, Audrey! Or rather, potty on!
(Rest assured that her potty is not in the middle of the living room anymore, as this picture would lead you to believe. I'm not trying to raise a tiny Homer Simpson. This was taken the first day we bought the potty. And oh my god, how many times have I said "potty" in this post? Way too many.)