Physical therapy used to be twice a week. It has since been cut down to once a week, but it’s an hour and a half of discomfort at best — agony and pain at worst.
The last time I tried making shaped pancakes was pretty much a disaster. I tried a different method this time, and they turned out a little better.
Variety, the children’s charity group, had an outing the other night. The past couple times we’ve attended Variety events, they’ve been to see a movie in the theater. This time, it was at the Betty Brinn children’s museum.
Thanks to Tumblr and its so-called “social justice warriors,” the notion of having an emotional trigger is diluted somewhat. But as I found out firsthand, sometimes it’s real.
We went to our church’s evening service last night. I helped Namine draw from personal experience to understand the sermon’s lesson.
Yesterday morning we went to see Snow White in the theater. Then Namine amazed me.
I picked Namine up from Sunday School.
I found myself in the position of wanting to recreate an animated gif (that’s pronounced “jif,” you miscreants) in CSS. Things did not go as planned.
I’d like to think that I’ve matured enough to move past having preconceptions about what my daughter can do. I was wrong.
Over the weekend, we took apart our Thanksgiving bulletin board. Now it’s a Valentine’s Day board.