The DiMartino Chronicles: Lying Around

We have been sticking around home since Micaiah does not fit in his carseat with the cast. [We have to harness him lying down flat in the seats for doctor appointments; not the safest way to travel!] Our weekend consisted of Papa's visit, which cheered Micaiah; and, we had our small group meeting here, so we could join :)
Micaiah's care (spica cast): He spends most of his time on the couch playing with his toys -- play bugs and animals, books, Magna Doodle, stickers... He sits on people's laps in the recliner to be read to. We got a small (fake) bean bag to slide him around in some (not his favorite); and, we borrowed our friends' wagon to take him around outside (this is his favorite). There is an opening in his cast for his privates; so, we tuck an inner diaper in the front and back of the cast and cover that with an outer diaper that we use duct tape to fasten to the cast (we found that no other tape works well). We sponge bathe his body and wash his hair in the kitchen sink. He itches some and gets a little constipated. He loves having visitors and when people sign his cast. His eating is pretty normal except he won't drink a lot of water :( Sleep was a little tricky for the first week (screaming, crying, hated being alone, nightmares...), but it is getting easier and better (not yet normal though). Sometimes, he uses his crib rails to pull himself on his side (that takes muscle!) to sleep, and it looks hilarious for one leg to be stuck in the air like that ;) My mom usually feeds him while he is reclining on the couch. He gets easily frustrated, as you can imagine a 2-yo in a cast, not knowing what's going on and why he can't jump up, would. Yet, he is usually very sweet and cheerful!
Micaiah's mishaps: We made the bar between his legs look like railroad tracks, and Ricky drew a train beside it. Well, my friend, Teresa, came over with a big bruise on her leg. She showed Micaiah, and he smilingly replied, "Leg hurt. Train?" He was asking her if she wants a train too! Also, when Aolani was getting a bath yesterday, I tried to console him by telling him that he can take baths with his sister in just a few weeks once he gets his cast off. He turned to Grandma and asked, "Grandma, off?" "No, I can't," she answered. Micaiah responded, "Mommy try?" "No, I can't either," I said. Micaiah quickly countered, "Daddy try?" ;) [He's probably thinking, Alright, this gig is up; take it off now!]
Aolani's antics: has dubbed the word thinny (thin+skinny); started crying when Grandma went to the hotel with Papa; says Where you are instead of Where are you; calls my particulates, particulurate; peeked out the window one evening and saw Aolani stuck in the wagon (or so she thought), hands raised, face upturned, tears welling, and praying to God to help her get out :)