NO MORE CAST.

We went to our four week "broken arm checkup". Good news, NO MORE CAST. NO MORE BROKEN BONES. Look, mom TWO hands.



Then we immediately went to the grocery store. Stocked up on bubble bath essentials. Bubbles. And bubbly. It was no cast party time people.


We used an entire bottle of Mr. Bubbles. Both boys soon became Mr. Bubble and Mr. Bubble Jr. Max had really missed having his big bro accompany him at bath time. Mason had missed the fun of soaking up in the tub. His little arm was ready to be cleaned and scrubbed down. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that smelly, shriveled, tiny little arm.


The splashed and laughed. Giggled, doused each other with soapy suds over and over again. The sounds from the bathroom were glorious, total bliss. A bubble bath party like no other. The two of them and their infectious smiles, contagious laughs, and lathered bums.


Cheers, we are cast free.

a weekend of firsts.

Last weekend was busy. We had a weekend full of firsts. Nope, sorry grandparents it was not Max's first hair cut. The little man is still rocking his hippie 'do. Though we did get in there and trim his bangs up.

This weekend was a weekend of first's for Mason. He earned his first trophy - after ending his first season of soccer, which was his first sport. He was so very proud, as were we. He quickly declared "My next trophy is going to be bigger". Next sport up to bat = basketball.

Next we celebrated, well not so much, his first broken bone. To make sure he will never be out done by either of his baby brothers, Mason went ahead and broke not just one bone, but two. He received two broken bones last Sunday. He was such a trooper in the Emergency Room, charming the physician and nurses, showing us the brave little boy he is and he came out on top with a green cast that is already full of Sharpie ink. He is one loved little boy.