I had a rough morning with the twins today. I'm tired, they seemed tired, and I was freaked out by Patrick's cast more than I thought I would be.
First of all, it goes up to mid-thigh. Didn't see that one coming. He seems pretty adjusted to it by now, but it's still just weird. Put his boot on when we come downstairs. Take it off when we go up. Carry him up and down stairs a lot more than previously. Note that for the first time, his sister is faster than he is.
I don't know why it unnerves me so much. It's going to be around for the next two weeks, so I'd better get over it in a hurry.