Slow Day

Another day down.  I had to drop Sarah off at the airport this morning, which bummed me out.  I had such a great time having her here.  I know the kids already miss her—they wanted to know when she was coming back!

Jean-Ronald loved the rattle

Too much jerry rigging!

We went slowly this morning, mostly helping in the therapy room.  We had to readjust some of the car seats for Jean-Ronald and Derson.  We decided that trying to jerry rig the car seats was more hassle than it was worth.  No matter what we did, Jean-Ronald had his neck unsupported or his back unsupported, and we were tying too many pieces of Styrofoam in trying to get him positioned correctly.  We took everything out and positioned him just propped up along the side, and we decided that would work for the most part.  When he’s in the therapy room, we can put a wedge on the one side to keep his head turned to the left.  We also spent a lot of time with him on his belly massaging his back, and he did a good job keeping his head straight.  The boy just might be making some progress!

Bradley preferred toys over the cow

I also spent some time with Bradley in the therapy room.  Susan and I had fixed the little cow toddler scooter, and I thought it was the right height for him.  I was right! It fit him perfectly.  Unfortunately, he showed no interest in pushing him.  Jordan suggested that I put his feet through the motions of pushing, which I tried.  He’s going to need more practice.  It boggles my mind that some kids have to be taught what I perceive as basic skills, and it impresses me no end that people like Jordan know how to do it!  I have already learned so much from her and her insights into physical therapy.  So glad she is here running the therapy room this summer.

It's hard to get Nathalie to relax

I had great plans this afternoon to get paperwork done, but instead I slept.  For three hours.  Drooled and sweated.  Not a productive afternoon, but much needed.  The long nap also kept me from getting in my 10,000 steps, so in between writing I do laps around the roof!

Took a walk after supper (working on those steps!) and saw the most bizarre sight ever.  Two dogs stood in the distance, and we all had puzzled looks on our faces.  We all asked about the same time, “What are those dogs doing?” 

They were butt to butt and sort of walking in circles.  We walked closer.  I asked, “Are they Siamese dogs?”

Siamese dogs?

“No, they can’t be,” came Erin’s response.

I don’t think they are Siamese dogs, but they were stuck together by one of their hind legs.  I have the horrible suspicion that they somehow got stuck together: Tar?  Glue?  Something else?  We wanted to stop and try to help, but that’s not safe. 

I’m going to stick my head in the sand and choose to believe that they are Siamese dogs who have somehow found a way to survive and thrive.