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.
Still waiting.
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.)
7 comments:
You guys got all kinds of stuff goings on lately! Tell Julian I said YAY! and that I'm ready to arm wrestle now.
Thanks again for meeting me at lunch the other day - you and the little lady are great company!
You are the one who is fun and great company. We are boring people who never leave our house, and it was so gracious of you to spend your lunch hour with a couple of weirdo shut ins.
yay for getting his cast off!
and... potty??? how is that fair? Audrey, i command you to keep pooping your pants, so as not to make auntie becca jealous. let us remember that Sam was almost four. FOUR. 4.
love you guys. tons.
xoxo
b
I'm always impressed that they take casts off WITH SAWS. That seems a little like a bad idea and pretty badass and yet you never hear of it going south--so it must work, right?
K- You would think so, right? I've always heard that they have a special safety that prevents them from cutting the skin, but I was pretty close to that thing and it didn't look like it would have some kind of wisdom about what was skin and what was cast. They skimmed the very surface of the cast, just enough to score it, and then cracked it open. For some reason, I always thought they just buzzed right on through the thing and magically missed the skin.
C'mon potty people...put your pants in the air... High-five, Audrey!
And I remember getting my cast off (I was in preschool) and it was SCARY. That saw is REAL close to your skin! And in the ol' Saw vs. Arm match-up, Arm always loses.
I've never had a cast and was always jealous of kids in school that had theirs signed. Though, not so jealous of the reason under the cast :-)
BTW totally jealous of your potty training experience.
BTW BTW ummm hello Wade! Love the corduroy jacket. Very professor :-)
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