Kean had Physical Therapy today and wasn't too interested in working.
Andrea got him to walk up the stairs and then we headed into his room
to try and get him to cooperate.
His idea of cooperating was to crawl over to the corner of the room
and put his back to us.
It was so funny... it was like I can't see you, so you do not exist.
Then Maureen, his O.T. came at lunch time, the same time Byron happened
to be home grabbing something to eat.
All Keanut could focus on was getting his pops to take him for a motorcycle ride.
As clear as a bell he said Dadda and then made the sign and sound for motorcycle over and over again.
Guess getting him to talk is just a matter of finding what truly motivates him.
Byron did cave and took Fuzzball for a ride this evening.
Check out this face. Only a dad would do this to his child.
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