This morning Anja went in for her third casting. That means we only have one more casting next week before the big surgery. Life with a child in casts has been surprisingly okay. I didn't know what to expect, so I had no expectations going into it. I thought she might be angry about not being able to walk, but if she is then she doesn't let it show. I thought she might get frustrated needing constant assistance, but she is mostly patient as she waits for help and I haven't heard her complain. I thought she would be completely immobile, but she actually does manage to scoot around. Yesterday I thought she was brushing her teeth but when I walked into the bathroom I actually found her sitting up on her little potty chair, she had managed to hoist herself up there. She possesses pretty amazing strength for being such a little thing. Sometimes when I start acting like a cranky pregnant woman in her third trimester, I just look at Anja and am humbled by how my five-year