Just as suspected, Ace is fine. He slept an extra hour this morning and is still in bed talking to himself, so he's good. The kid's gonna read my blog when he gets older and wonder why the heck I was such a weirdo.
He's definitely got a cold, though, which means it's good that school's out today. I doubt he's contagious, but might as well keep him home.
And now, would you like to see some videos of my kid? The first one's funny, the second one's awesome. Enjoy.
The person in the background talking to Ace is his physical therapist - she's working with a little girl with CP who can walk, but gets distracted and falls constantly - to the point where she wears a helmet, chin guard, and gloves at all times. Miss Kim is trying to get Ace to race her to the candy machine at the end of the hallway. We were early for his appointment.
Also, Ace is walking constantly now. He seems to realize that it's an easy way to get from point A to point B, so he's all about it. He still prefers crawling at home.
For the past several months, he's insisted on pushing the stroller everywhere we go instead of sitting in it, and while this takes a VERY long time, it's still good for him because it improves his balance. Obviously, letting him do this has worked. We were in CVS the other day and he was pushing the stroller along, but he kept letting go so he could walk over to the aisles and grab whatever was on them.
Which brings me to a complaint. Why do lube manufacturers have to make their product so colorful? "Want de candy, Mama?" "It's not candy, baby. It's... uhh... jelly. Strawberry flavored jelly." Also, the condom boxes proved mighty interesting to him. "See da box, Mama? Wan open da box?" "No, sugar, the box isn't for you."
I never realized how much more difficult it'd be to keep the kid reined in. When we were at his neurologist's office the other day, the kid was all over the place. It's MOSTLY childproofed, as it's a pediatric neurology clinic, but there were SO MANY DOORS Ace wanted to open. I can still outrun him, thankfully, which makes the look he gives me when he's walking somewhere he's not supposed to walk all that more amusing. That "come n get me, mama, IF YOU DARE" look. It's also 100% more frustrating for him when I do stop him when he's walked somewhere he's not supposed to go, because he's worked so hard to get there. Sorry, dude.
Well, since I don't have the day off and neither does my washing machine, I'm outta here. Y'all have a spiffy Monday.
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