Most people who live in Los Angeles have a different concept of the casting couch. I wound up there three times in the last two days.
Monday was my orthopedic checkup. The doc decided I would benefit from another week in a cast. Lovely. I made the bold choice of a purple cast this time. That evening I went home and promptly got it soaked in the shower. Eyww! The next day, I took my waterlogged foot back to the doc and had the cast done again. Unfortunately, something just didn't feel right, so they had to do it twice. Still purple, although I did consider the glow-in-the-dark one. Cool, huh? This stays on until Monday morning. Hopefully, that will be the end of it as we leave on vacation that day.
Hayden is well accustomed to his gimpy mom. He constantly asks "Ok Mommy? I kiss it. Better?" He loves to hand me my crutches and talk about my purple cast. He frequently kisses my foot better, which is so sweet. These days if he even brushes something against something else, we get the most pitiful "My ___ hurts. Kiss my ___." We are often told to kiss his butt. Somehow, I think this is only the beginning.
Logan has decided I am simply a milk bar, and useless for anything else. He only wants Fillip, collapsing in tears of heartbreak everytime Fillip walks away. This just cracks me up to watch my husband get totally played by that little guy. It's all a great act since my MIL reports what an angel he is for her. Too funny. I miss his snuggles, so when he woke at 4:15am, I kept him in bed instead of having dh tuck him back in after a snack. He slept on my chest, and although I didn't get back to sleep, it was so sweet to snuggle him. Aah, the small rewards in life.