Last night at bed time.  The lights are dimmed, we are singing nursery rhymes before bed.

Mom (in her sweetest voice, sings a new song for her princess): What are little girls made of, made of?
          What are little girls made of--
Pookie: SKIN!!!

Welcome to the Family

Little Bear entered the Holy Catholic Church this weekend through the waters of Baptism. 

Our church actually began doing Baptisms during mass, which I love.  I think that if you are going to join the Catholic community you ought to do it with the community (ie mass) not in some ceremony after everyone else has left.  We were surrounded by our many loving friends who have become a second family to us.  (We have an amazing family, but since we moved so far from them, we don't get to see them as much as we'd like.)  Everyone came back to the house and we had about 40 people in our little house.  It was great!

Some Bad News

At Little Bear's one month followup x-ray revealed that his procedure was not altogether successful.  The femur is lower but not really in the joint.  Our doctor said that there may be some tissue blocking it, but she can't tell so on Thursday Bear will go in for a CT scan to help diagnose the problem.  One solution she mentioned was to maybe further shorten the femur.  I really hope not because that would mean another sojourn in a spica cast for Little Bear.

Little Bear is also still not walking and so he is being sent to physical therapy three times a week at Motts children's hospital.  That's not far but it is still a good 35-40 minute drive each way.  I'm so bummed about the whole thing.

The cast is off

Snuggling with Daddy

Little Bear's cast came off about a month ago.  He has three amazing scars on his right leg.  One runs the length of his thigh.  One is on his hip and there is one in his inner groin.  I was so thrilled to get that thing off because he had had several diaper leaks and the cast was beginning to  . . ahhem  . . . have a bit of an odor. 

Before the cast came off I was shocked by how well Bear got around.  He spend most of his waking hours on his belly because it gave him the most independence.  He could also roll from front to back, so he could choose what position he wanted to be in. 

The first day he spent a very long time in the bath tub not only relaxing and getting clean, but also allowing all that the skin that he had not shed slough off.  It took a little while to get him to try but he started crawling pretty well in about a week.

Ooooh, I hate dead blogs

Don't you?  I'm so sorry (Mom). For some reason I have been very anti-computer lately.  It has seems like such a bother to post or read my e-mail, but like so many other aspects of my life, things are getting back on track.