The moment Collin collapsed on the court and started to feel the throbbing pain enter his ankle and foot, he knew he was in trouble . . . with Rachel. Saturday was supposed to be "Ikea Day" and Rachel had been planning a few purchases for quite some time. And how was Collin supposed to be able to walk around a huge warehouse and help with Davy and any goods when he's limping down the aisles? Determined not to spoil Rachel's weekend, Collin assured her that he'd be able to go and that he's always wanted to have a legitimate reason for going around in a wheelchair anyway! It sounded like a good idea, until we realized how it must have looked to everyone else -- an almost 9-month pregnant woman pushing her husband in a wheelchair while he carries everything else on his lap, including their toddler (when he allowed it, anyway -- most of the time he was hanging on to Rachel's legs).
In any case, we made it through without too many weird looks from people, and Collin loved pushing himself as fast as he could, zooming around turns and cutting people off. He only wished he had a small horn attached to the chair.
Purchases for the day included a train set with additional tracks and tunnels. Davy has really taken to putting the tracks together and we needed additional and more intricate pieces to keep Rachel's sanity when playing with him (there are only so many variations you can do with five identical pieces of track).
We also ate lunch there and picked up some ice cream cones for the way out. Not sure how Davy ended up with both cones . . . .
In any case, we made it through without too many weird looks from people, and Collin loved pushing himself as fast as he could, zooming around turns and cutting people off. He only wished he had a small horn attached to the chair.
Purchases for the day included a train set with additional tracks and tunnels. Davy has really taken to putting the tracks together and we needed additional and more intricate pieces to keep Rachel's sanity when playing with him (there are only so many variations you can do with five identical pieces of track).
We also ate lunch there and picked up some ice cream cones for the way out. Not sure how Davy ended up with both cones . . . .
Back home, we enjoyed marvelous 75-degree weather (after getting through a week that saw three straight days of non-stop rain). We purchased a wiffle-ball bat at the dollar store and it has become Davy's new favorite outdoor toy. "Hit" or "soffball" are repeated over and over again as he tries to club the ball against the ground like Bam-bam from the Flintstones. He's really becoming quite the talker and amazes us with the words he picks up and remembers after only a few tries.
Collin throwing the ball "up high" for Davy.
Looking at an airplane passing by.
Rachel walked in on Davy reading from one of his books ("Doggies"). Before this clip, he was barking to himself with various type of dog sounds.
Despite our efforts to teach him how to take turns, the following is becoming ever so common when Davy sees a toy he wants.