Introducing the Pink Ranger and her sidekick Durf

Cindy had her 3 week follow-up appointment for her arm. She had this idea in her head that a miracle might occur and her arm would be magically healed and she would not need a second cast. I love her faith :) No, another three weeks need to pass by. I was astounded when the nurse offered her the choice of different colors and "American Flag" was one of them. American Flag but NO rainbow?! That needs to be fixed, STAT! Luckily Cindy did not chose glow-in-the-dark or glow-in-the-dark stripes. Ewww. I convinced her to go with pink and it was the exact right decision.



And I was completely fascinated by the machine that takes a cast off. It looks and sounds like a saw but it breaks the fiberglass purely by vibration. So even if it touches your skin, nothing happens. So cool! The nurse was brilliant though, because she showed Cindy the saw for only about a millisecond and just started cutting. Cindy lost about 4 years off her life by the panic attack she had, but it's like ripping off a band-aid, just do it quick. She really did cry over taking off the cast more than the actual moments after breaking her bone.


And this time I was much smarter and immediately put MY mark on the cast first.



Last time I hesitated and got to sign after Cindy, the next door neighbor girl, and two other names of kids Cindy wrote on there herself because "they moved away and wouldn't be able to sign it." Ha ha, suckers! I got dibs this time. And it is a darn good thing because when she got off the bus today it was covered in names. But all know who is most important :)


And what has Luke been up to? Same old, same old. Sleeping almost upside down on the couch with his eyes open....



(Yes, I really did take this photo in the dark two mornings ago when I found him. Because obviously this is WAY more comfortable than his twin size bed and fluffy pillows...)