Cast Off, Back to Work

Little has enjoyed his new freedom now that the cast is off. The cast removal process was traumatic, and now, a week later, he still references the event by saying, "Cast. Off. Vacuum (the cast saw). Lie down (when he had to get the leg x-rayed again)."

He still has a bit of a weird gait, almost like he's walking around as though there's still a cast on his leg, but it's getting better every day. He now runs, jumps, and climbs like a monkey. Developmentally, he's been going through some growing pains. He's now more aware of what's going on and he doesn't want to miss out on a thing.

Little loves to help us cook and garden, especially when he can see the results of his work. This afternoon he really really wanted to climb up the ladder to help J put up string for the runner beans we planted. So, as an alternative we gave him his own "ladder" that was much safer in the event of a fall. He was content chatting with J and reaching high in the sky to do some last touches on the project.

Cast? What Cast?

The cast slowed him down for about 1/2 a minute and now he's back to walking, climbing, and getting into mischief. He loves how noisy his cast is when he slams it down on the floor, kicks a wall, or stomps on his high chair at dinner. It's an exercise in patience each meal, but he's learning the real difference between quiet and loud, and hard and gentle. He likes to test it out just to make sure he can still make loud noises. He can. 


We've started playing music in the evening to pass the time before bed. It's a rough part of our day. Everyone is tired and Miles gets especially frustrated with his cast. As you can see, mobility issues aren't really a huge issue anymore: