Halfway there

It was two weeks ago today that Alan broke his arm.  Two weeks now that we've been giving him sponge baths (ooooo, is that a treat!)  Two weeks now that we've been dealing with scrapes to our walls and cars.  Two weeks now that we've been trying to limit his climbing.

Surprisingly, it has not been that hard.

Happily perched on his favorite branch!

Okay, it hasn't been a picnic by any stretch of the imagination, but if you had told me three weeks ago that I would NOT be counting the days until the cast comes off, I would have said you were having a drug flashback or something.

Alan has been a trooper.  The first day he kept telling us "clean up" and "take off" and "help" and holding out his arm.  But then he sort of resigned himself to the thing.  We actually have not heard any requests for the cast to come off in at least a week -- which is pretty amazing really.

Climbing with the cast

We kept him inside for 11 days with constant pestering for "outside" and "climb tree".  Finally on Friday we relented and let him climb but told him that he had to climb down instead of jumping.

This worked for about an hour before he decided to go for it and get that sensory feedback that he craves from jumping. 

School tells us pretty much the same thing.  He has been an amazingly good sport about the whole process.

But today I get to call and schedule the removal of that darn thing!  And then I will probably start counting the days ... 

Happy Monday.