And They're Off!

Look - no casts!

Quinn's casts came off this morning. Actually, his first set of casts came off two weeks ago and this morning they took off the second and final set of casts.

I'm pretty much getting sick of saying, "He did awesome," but well, that's pretty much how Quinn has handled this entire situation.

The surgery? He did awesome.
The hospital? He did awesome.
Four weeks in casts with his feet elevated? He did awesome.
Two more (unexpected) weeks in casts? He did awesome.
Going to summer camp with his casts on? He did awesome.
Moving himself around? Awesome.
Seeing his icky feet for the first time today? He did awesome.

(And yes, they really are icky looking. In addition to the typical post-cast-dead-skin, he's also got four pretty large scars that are still healing. Icky.)

Anyway, I soaked his legs/feet in some warm water, washed them off a bit, and then put him into the tub - his first real bath in over 6 weeks! He did awesome, of course.

I couldn't resist taking this picture of the bottom of his feet. It's like brand new baby skin down there.

The doctor wants us to work on de-sensitizing the bottoms of his feet before he starts therapy next week, so I'll be preparing some bins filled rice, beans, and maybe sand for Quinn to stick his feet into. Although, honestly I'm a bit nervous about that because, like I said, you can still see where the incisions were made.

So, yay! The casts came off. He needs to take it easy this weekend, but is allowed to ride his bike (yikes!) and swim. No walking far distances, but I promise he is not bummed about that.

Pajamas

A year or so ago I was complaining to my mom about the lack of pajama selections for Quinn. After he moved out of the toddler sizes and into the regular boy sizes our choices for pjs went down hill. My beloved puppies, teddy bears, dinosaurs, and other fun childish prints were replaced with Spongebob, Spiderman, Scooby Doo, and other obnoxious prints. It made me sad, but not that much, because I knew I'd have a few more years of adorable pajamas with Liam.

Sadly, Liam prefers to pair up his pajama shorts or pants with a plain white under shirt. This evening I was able to distract him from his usual choice of pajamas (he was too busy focusing on his latest owie) and managed to get him into one of my favorite pair of pajamas - complete with the adorable shirt!

A New Bed.

We finally got around to getting Liam into a Big Boy Bed. Actually, it's not as though we wanted to do this any sooner and I'm pretty sure he would have loved to have stayed in his crib a bit longer. But, you know, he did turn three last week (oh wait - Bad Mommy Blogger did not do the birthday post. yet. I'll get to it, I promise). So anyway, he did turn three and well, there's a lot of pressure to get your three year old into a Big Boy Bed. Well, that and he was getting heavy. So we did.

We actually had the frame for about 4 years - when we put Quinn into his Big Boy Bed we purchased a bunk bed that could be used separately - so the pieces to Liam's frame has been hiding throughout the house.

Yesterday I took the boys to the mattress store and ordered a mattress. Not surprisingly, the decision on which one to get was one hundred times easier than when Mike and I went shopping for Quinn's mattress. I mean, with Quinn being the first one we really wanted to make sure we got the right one. This time, I walked in the store, told the nice salesmen I needed a twin size mattress. Not the most expensive and not the cheapest. He showed me a few. I refused to sit on the one covered with pictures of Spongebob - and the decision came down to two - one that felt a bit like the type of mattress you might have to sleep on at some hotel. So clearly, we went with the other one.

Anyway... today Mike assembled the frame (without instructions!), Liam hung out in the living room on his new mattress, and I put together Liam's new Big Boy Room.

His crib was taken apart and placed in the garage. And I didn't even cry. I kind of, sort of, wanted to, but not really. It's just another milestone in his life, right? I mean, these kids, they just keep on growing up.

He's pretty much happy with his new room. He keeps saying I gave him "too much", but that he likes "too much." I'm not quite sure what he's talking about - maybe the sticker things on the wall??



And tonight when I tucked him in he said to me, "Don't make it too scarey." I really think kids lose some sense of security when they move out of their crib. But, he fell asleep and, so far, so good...

The Zoo!

We went to the zoo with my sister. It was awesome. And of course, there are pictures.

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You should have seen me flip Quinn over onto his belly on the edge of the sting ray pool - with his legs resting on his wheel chair behind him. The first spot we picked the sting rays avoided at all costs. I scoped out a much better spot and had to do the flipping maneuver all again.

It really was a great day - our first venture out for a day-long activity with Quinn's casts. It was hot - he did awesome.