The teeniest, tiniest part of me is a little freaked out that Kean
is now four and is still not walking or talking.
I know, I know, no one will hold it against him for being so
behind in his milestones.
Plus, he has had a boat load of other
things to focus on-- like living perhaps!
Anyway, I'm having to remind myself that slow and steady wins the race.
He had two rounds of therapy today
and another this past Monday.
Keanut wasn't too interested in working too hard for any of them.
So we've spent a lot of time swinging.
His favorite new trick is to pretend he's bowling his sisters over.
And they are more than glad to give their Oscar worthy performances
of flying through the air and then rolling on the ground.
The boy just giggles.
Andrea, his Physical Therapist (who is due in 2 1/2 weeks), about had to
force him to use his feet and legs.
Lucky we had Greer to help us bribe him with a slushy.
We tried the playhouse ladder but this was about as good as it got.
We did, however, get a lovely shade of slushy lip color
on the boy before it was over.
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