Sharpteeth don’t wear pants
Namine has a tendency, when she’s wearing pants that aren’t denim, to scoot right out of them.
The palatal lift prosthesis is a mouthful
Namine has finally gotten her new palatal prosthetic.
Namine at the pet store
Today my mom, Jessica, and Namine visited my brother at his job at the pet store. Namine got to hold a myriad of animals, and my wife asked me for a cat. (The answer’s still no, babe.)
Namine sees many different doctors, for many different things. A given week can easily be full of appointments – not a single day of staying home, for the most part. Today, though, was Namine’s most feared visit: the dentist. At least, that’s what we thought.
Counting on good behavior
I am by no means an expert on anything, least of all how to be a parent. Everything I’ve done with Namine has been the first time, and as such, mostly trial and error.
My daughter, the dinosaur
Today Jessica, Namine, my mom, my dad, and I went to Discover the Dinosaurs, an exhibit at the State Fair Expo Center.
Do you ever do something, and you don’t know why you did it? Yeah, me too. The apple does not fall far from the tree, either.
A high-stress situation
I’m not a fan of surprising Namine with doctor visits. She knew that she had an appointment with her pediatrician this afternoon, but she didn’t know any details. She certainly didn’t know that she would be getting vaccinated, and I wasn’t about to tell her.
Freedom to move
Tonight was the first night in – well, I don’t know how long – that Namine was able to move freely in the bathtub. To play in the bathtub. She’s been limited by either her chest incision or the line in her arm, forced to sit still for one reason or another. But no longer!…
Write less, do more, indeed
I moved a bunch of Namine’s photo albums off to Picasa (which is now inside Google+, go figure).
I am happy to say that Namine’s PICC line is finally out. It was a fairly uneventful process, with one minor hiccup. Namine never ceases to amaze me.
The old yiddish proverb
Man plans and God laughs. — Yiddish Proverb After text messages, phone calls, and more phone calls, we finally know what’s going on. Maybe.