Namine is so easygoing most of the time, it’s easy to forget how stubborn and iron-willed she can be. Monday morning, she spent the first ten minutes of physical therapy stonewalling the therapist.
Namine has a couple different lights she can have on at night. One is her night light; I don’t remember if it has Ariel or if it’s a different Disney princess. The other is what she calls her moon; given to us by a coworker of mine, it hangs from her ceiling, projecting light in the shape of moons and stars on the ceiling and walls. Namine almost always opts to have at least one of these on, as her sleep is at times beset by unpleasant dreams. Not often, I wouldn’t say, but often enough that she has expressed the desire to not dream at all.
Namine really wanted to have lunch with me, so I waited until Jessica and Namine could come pick me up after this morning’s therapy session. We went to McDonald’s, which is just up the road from my office.
Who remembers doing this as a kid?
Namine is getting quite good at Jetpack Joyride.
Namine has had a fever off and on since she came home from the hospital. It spiked again this evening, so we kept her home from dance. She’s still awake, talk talk talking in bed. I hope she doesn’t roll around too much when she finally falls asleep.