Her legs, although she is now a lengthy 25.5 inches long, still do not touch the floor, even on the lowest setting. However. Scott - being the wise man he is - and no, I will never say that outloud again, figured out that if we put a blanket below those little legs, someone can FINALLY exercise!
Next up - how I have to go back to St. Joe's for Alexa's physical therapy. That place, much as they were wonderful to us, is the LAST place I wanted to ever take her again. Sigh.
Surprising no one
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So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly
always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something
to drink. "Please," I said...

1 comment:
wash your mouth out.
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