Well, I’m so glad y’all thought the Mass Longhorn Exodus was funny. My linen pants are no worse for the wear, and my confidence in our gates is slowly building again. I’m pretty sure it will never. ever. ever. happen again.
Or not. I was reassured serveal times by both neighbors and readers that it just happens. No matter how good your gates are or how diligent a farmer you are… the cows get out. Thanks for making us normal. Or, close to normal.
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You may remember that last Wednesday was a big day in Gus Man’s life… his final cast was removed! I did write down each and every message you sent and took photos. Have I mentioned how cool you are? The nurse smiled so big when she saw his little leg come in all decorated 🙂 It was very sweet.
He was fitted with his Ponseti shoes at that same appointment, and we were on our merry way. The shoes look like baby Birkenstocks, I think. Yes? The feet are set at a specific angle and then clipped into the bar. This keeps them from curling up and ruining all the work the cast did for 2 months. He’ll be in this contraption full-time until the end of August, and then we’ll switch to bed-time only.
I gotta be honest- the bar is a pain in the buns. It’s awkward to hold him. He doesn’t fit in his carseat well. Nursing is weird. It’s hard to get him comfortable at night with his bad belly. The bar bangs against your legs when you put him in the front-carrier. I explain at least three times a grocery-trip that he’s not a polio child…. though, I’ll take the braces over the Abuser stares I got with the cast any day. Such a wild and wacky world we live in… seriously. So, it’s an adjustment, but hey. We’re an adjustment kind of family. Do what ya gotta do. Personally, I think he’s going to rock the Winter slopes at a very early age.
Reality is: it’s only for a short time and we will certainly survive. It’s hard to argue with such a sweet face.