Good News! They're not going to have to amputate Casey's leg!!!
Ok. They weren't ever going to have to amputate, but the way that she carried on about the lancing you would have thought they were preparing to amputate. Without putting her to sleep. Or giving her morphine. Just, you know, cutting it off...like she was a Civil War soldier.
The infection is much better, but we have to continue with both the oral and topical antibiotics AND the twice a day warm soaks in the bathtub. She is very much in love with the soaking and announces, "I'm going to take my soak now," like she's some kind of diva. Oh, wait, we ARE talking about Casey.
Quinn is up to his old shenanigans. For a few nights, he was going to sleep with the girls, but still coming downstairs between 9pm and 10:30pm. Chris or I would sternly tell him, "Quinn! Go to bed!" without looking at him. We didn't want him to feel welcome or that we were excited to see him. We would go through this several times in an evening. And then he would go back to bed with sisters and make it through the night and get a prize in the morning for not sleeping with mom and dad.
But that has worn off and tonight he is back to his original antics. Our house = very *exciting* place!