Not that it should shock anyone. My only solace is that I’m not the oldest one around here.
That being said, Having a two year old and a four year old under foot certainly makes you feel old and young again at the same time.
Alternative Title: William decides to forget about the Spica and start REALLY walking.
The first order of business after getting home was hugs from Grandmomma, Poppa and sister followed by the suggested warm bath. Everyone was excited to see William out of his cast.
Everything is pretty much status quo for the Franklin Nicholsons. We went to Toddler Time on Monday. MaryVic and William had a good time. A very kind mother assisted MaryVic with the craft while I took William for a diaper change. He was loved getting to glue but I got the bottle away before he became too enthusiastic.
A beautiful and busy day!
A windy day in Tennessee. William and I went to Toddler Time then visited around the library.
The mantra this week is we are over the hump and more than halfway thru the time period William must wear his cast! Yay!
Jeffie wrote about it, but didn’t post the pictures, so here they are:
We got William out of the house for the first time and he was thrilled. We went and ate at the Texas Roadhouse. William was pointing at everything and chatting in the van. He sat in his stroller instead of an high chair and was quite happy. They played ‘Jimmy Crack Corn’ and several of the servers danced in the aisle. Greg took MaryVic to watch although she was too shy to join in.
We went to Costco afterwards and grabbed a few things. Greg and I took turns carrying William some to shift his position around. He fell asleep in the stroller. Woke up when we put him the car and that was all the nap he took. Tried to get him and MaryVic to take a quiet time twice later in the day but no dice.
We took a nice walk down to the pond and fed the geese. William rode in the wagon again and enjoyed it. Greg posted pictures at our photo web site.
Greg had pointed out during lunch that the doctor said not to give William too much motrin since some studies had shown it inhibits bone growth. Mary Alice gave him some motrin around 10:30 and he didn’t get any more pain killers until bed time. He got really fussy later in the day.
I gave him the prescription pain killer at sponge bath time. He spat part of it out. I don’t know if it was lack of nap or that we missed a dose of pain killer but he screamed and fussed at bedtime. He kept yelling ‘stuck!’. I felt so bad for him. We wound up with him on his tummy on my chest when he finally went to sleep. Greg had to come and put me up on the bed. He tried to take W to the crib but he woke up screaming again. Greg got him arranged mostly next to me and so we slept. I think part of the reason he was waking was he was trying to turn over in his sleep and unable to 
