So, Dante's doing the combat crawl now. :) I'm so proud of him, though he gets so frustrated. He's pulling himself on his arms, using his knees to push himself around. Big boy! He's worked so hard at physical therapy to get here. ^_^ And he'll just keep going up, I know it. He's too stubborn, too hard headed not to. Dunno where he gets that from...
Chad went back to work today, after his holiday weekend. Sounds like it isn't going so well for him, though I haven't talked to him much. Just that it's been a rough day, and he has no idea when it'll end.
Dante and I tried the post office to send him a package and a friend a gift for her baby shower, but it didn't work out so well. We may try again once he wakes up from his nap. He was so tired. Maybe the library, too, if he does well. I managed to drop my title off at the dealership and my film off at Walmart (finally). And now, am watching Nick Swardson while Dante's napping. I love this special....
I want to take a second to recognize a friend of mine, Tiffany, and her little angel boy, Julius. His one year Heaven birthday was Monday, and this morning in my playgroup was a little boy whose name I don't know but looked so much like him. Dark curls, big grin, babbling to no end. It just made me smile and think that even though Juju is gone, he's still here in so many ways and how proud his mummy must be of him. Keep your mum close, Juju. She needs you every day.
On another note, my shoulder isn't so well, though it's not too bad today. Hurting but manageable. I hope the new pain management doc has gotten my records to decide whether he can see and treat me. Maybe I'll have some good luck on that front, though I'm not counting on it.
And speaking of counting, the countdown has begun. It's always going for military wives, I suppose. Counting days they're gone, days til they come home, days til they leave again... always counting.
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