We have only one week left. We are getting closer to getting this cast off. (We hope.)  When we go to the doctor, they will cut off the cast and x-ray her leg. Hopefully it will be all healed and we can come home and work on building up her muscles. 

We have still been using our upper body a lot. Thanks to Sophie's bow that she bought. It has been good entertainment for Molly too. She had to target practice when Daddy did. 

It's a good thing she is not a good shot yet. Poor kitty would have gotten shot with with a foam arrow. 

Her spirits are still good. She is a little demanding at times. She told me a little forcefully to go get her some Cheetos. I said, "You go get them."  She said quite loudly and enunciated with her teeth gritted, "I. Can't. Walk!"  I laughed so hard at her that she says it frequently now just to make me laugh. 

She still wants to take her cast off. She says it at least once a day. But she will follow it up with, "The doctor said no. " We have told her that the doctor is the only one that can take it off. I hope her little mind knows that she won't have to wear it forever. 

We loaded up and went to the office this morning. Molly calls it Daddy's Work. It was good to get out and about. She enjoyed writing and drawing me pictures.

Then she found some of her sunglasses and wanted me to wear mine.  

Then she wanted Daddy to put on his glasses and take a picture. 

Yes, I had to put my hand under my chin. 

Molly insisted!!