My poor Krista is falling apart.... at least no broken bones right now!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Right Direction
Gabriel just called his van, "Uncle Joe." I think this is a step in the right direction! Logan still calls Gabriel, Van, without even thinking about it though....
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Project Time
Krista got a little project time in yesterday, utilizing her birthday gifts from Nana and Grandma - she made a bracelet and potholder (eventually turned it into a pencil holder) for Kaitlyn's birthday. She was quite proud of her accomplishments!
Friday, May 4, 2012
Strapping Lad
On Tuesday of this week, we got some derotational straps/mummy leg wraps for Lo-gone-oh. They make these things one-size-fits-all, needless to say, they were huge. We put the "belt" around his waist and wrapped and wrapped his legs like we were about to mummify him. He stood up and walked and... lo and behold his feet were being turned forward.
So now he gets to wear these for a few hours every day. His PT still wants him to work without them as well, to strengthen his muscles - but they give a great stretch in the right direction and he's not tripping over his toes!
So now he gets to wear these for a few hours every day. His PT still wants him to work without them as well, to strengthen his muscles - but they give a great stretch in the right direction and he's not tripping over his toes!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Bloody Bus Massacre
As I watched my beautiful daughter step down the bus steps, I noticed something. There was a big patch of red in the center of her shirt. Irritation came over me that she enjoyed another ice cream pop and spilled it all over her shirt. That girl comes home with the weirdest stains all over her shirts. Yesterday was no exception.
My irritation faded as I looked up at her face, bright red blood streaming down her nose, completely around her mouth and down her chin. Did she get punched? Is she a zombie and did she eat her classmates on the way home from school? No, just a simple nosebleed. It started the bus stop before our house, she said. It must have been a gusher. The poor girl lost her emergency tissues from her backpack and did not ask the driver for any.
It's still not as shocking as the time her skinny spaghetti arms carried a 7lb ham from the bus to the house, dropped it on the floor and announced, "This is heavy!"
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