Well, okay, maybe I just made that up to make myself feel better.
Today, my child didn’t say, “I hate you” to me.
He carved it in a bar of soap.
In a bar of soap.
I must be doing awesome!
A few weeks ago, I was able to go to Eden’s class and help with a special project: stomp rockets.
A man came (yes, the Rocketman) from a local astronautical society with all the needed supplies to build and launch paper rockets.
It was awesome.
The kids had a fabulous time, and I was impressed with how far the rockets flew. Who knew paper, tape, paperclips, a bicycle inner tube, a two-liter bottle, and a piece of pvc pipe could translate into a couple of hours of enjoyment?
Eden, decorating her rocket
Our fearless instructor (I SO want to get you an identical jumpsuit for your birthday, Ty)
Hi, Eden! Great flight.
Taking a breather from all that running
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time–
(You’re welcome. I had that song in my head the entire time we were a’rocketing).
As I promised a few family members, here is a picture of Colby’s feet in their orthotics.
And here’s one of how it looks with his shoes on.
They’ve been a great help to getting him more stable as he cruises along furniture, but he’s still a long way from walking on his own. The biggest problem is how loose his joints are–in particular his ankles and hips. We have a physical therapist coming in every week and that’s helped me to know what types of things to work on.
Oftentimes when Colby walks, his feet are splayed out, almost as if he’s doing a plie. I’m working on helping him align his feet so his muscles get used to that position, as well as stabilizing him in a squatting position to increase the muscle tone in his thighs and hips. The therapist said they have special pants made of lycra and/or neoprene that kind of suction your hips in (I could maybe use some of those–) or have velcro to give the upper legs extra support. The biggest problem is that they’re hot, and with summer coming on it may not be the best idea.
We’ll keep you posted in the continuing saga of Colby learning to walk.
There’s nothing like a preschool graduation. Always, there’s that one kid that doesn’t do what they’re supposed to, or that throws a big fit.
Rainbow was that kid.
Here I am, with Rainbow’s arms locked around my neck. I had to forcibly remove them, then run like crazy while her teacher tried to talk her into participating.
Happy to be here.
Teacher #2 trying to convince her to join the other kids in the song.
Finally they just scooted her chair up. She still didn’t sing.
I love this one. Hello, Rainbow? CHEER UP, honey!
This one cracks me up, too. Note the reckless abandon and joy all the other kids are showing during the singing.
At last, she thaws slightly. At least she went up to receive her diploma.
NOW she cracks a smile.
I like this shot, too. Apparently only one of them had ever seen what you do at the end of a graduation. The rest of the kids are thinking, “Huh? Is it over?”
The kids and I went to park tonight; I took about seventy photos.
Some of them are okay, most are just normal, but I liked this one a lot.