At the mall yesterday, Namine gave us a lesson in acceptance.
Namine has been complaining of her legs hurting. I think I know why.
I love to write about Namine’s progress in her walker. I haven’t written as much about her braces, though.
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.
I’d like to think that I’ve matured enough to move past having preconceptions about what my daughter can do. I was wrong.
Jessica sent me some pictures of Namine in therapy yesterday. I was amazed at how tall Namine is getting.
When we told Namine she had an appointment with Dr. Black, we were met with a look of confusion.
I’m glad we got to play in the pool today, because I think the weather will not allow it again.
We’re all tired after our first full day in Florida. Tired, but happy.
Yesterday at physical therapy, Namine walked around in the grass. We won’t have nice weather for very long until the winter comes, so I’m glad she was able to go outside.