We have 5 therapy appointments this week, so Travis went with us to the doctor because he cannot go to therapy and I hate continually sending him away. As a result of his frequent doctor visits, he plays doctor a lot. He fixes out hearts and "checks" us, actually, he does this to anyone who allows it. Usually that is only us, but I did walk in on him fixing the person watching the children last night during our small group meeting. What a good sport! Travis has no doctor supplies (he is getting some for Christmas; please don't tell him!), but like the blower and trimmer outside, he has improvised. His instruments of choice are a cell phone and a leather shoe lace. I am not sure what they are supposed to be, but he uses them all the time.
Also, I am a bit late, but here is a picture 2 months post-op of Justin's chest:
It looks great! We are so pleased. We know it will shrink comparatively as he gets older. He isn't bothered by it at all, and he is rolling all over the place.
It looks like we are getting a new car this week. The car Randy drives has broken down for the third time in about 2 months. We have to get it towed in the morning, but Randy thinks it is bad. I don't mind the new car, but that means we will have to delay the new back door even longer. I think we will paint a scene on the plywood that covers the door so that people can see what it would look like if there was glass instead of plywood. Now we just have to decide: day or night? Night is easier, especially since there are no raccoons to paint, but day is much prettier in spite of the lack of grass.
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