So long, farewell

In a few short hours we'll get to say goodbye to our way of life the last five weeks...

• Goodbye blue fiberglass spica cast.
• Goodbye newborn and size 2 diapers, Poise pads, and cloth tape.
• Goodbye 3 and 4T onesies.
• Goodbye solo sock.
• Goodbye sponge baths.
• Goodbye unpleasant sweat and urine smell.
• Goodbye checking diaper and related paraphernalia every 45 minutes.
• Goodbye boot worn to protect his toes when he sleeps on his belly.
• Goodbye checking for pressure sores.
• Goodbye alarm set for 3 am.
• Goodbye Britax Hippo car seat.
• Goodbye fluid rationing before bedtime.
• Goodbye careful power-lifting techniques.
• Goodbye green Jeep stroller (and thank you - you were a much better mode of transportation than a wagon could have ever been!)
• Goodbye "mama - come roll me over on my belly!" at odd hours of the night/morning.
• Goodbye lap tray.
• Goodbye crumb-filled and sticky couch cushion.

And we will say hello to... a lot of unknowns. Some of the simple, logistical "knowns":

• Hello pants, pair of socks, and shoes.
• Hello size 5 diapers.
• Hello bathtub!
• Hello old carseat and stroller(s).
• Hello booster seat and kitchen table.

But other than those practical matters, we have no idea what it will really be like. Will it take Zach a couple days to be comfortable walking again, or a couple weeks? Will he play cars by himself or continue to want us to play - nonstop? Will he ever want to play something other than cars? Will he realize right away he can roll himself over in his crib, or will he still cry out in the middle of the night for one of us to come and roll him over? Will he still want to watch tv as much as he does now? Will he want to go out in the world again, or continue to prefer the safety of home? Will he ever eat vegetables again?

We can't tell how much we're looking forward to finding out.