Don't Walk, Run
At a park near our house, there are two tennis courts no one ever uses. It's the perfect place for Frankie to run around in his walker. He loves the feeling of the wind in his hair and a rousing game of chase.
At a park near our house, there are two tennis courts no one ever uses. It's the perfect place for Frankie to run around in his walker. He loves the feeling of the wind in his hair and a rousing game of chase.
Frankie's been increasingly mobile and we've been practicing alot in the backyard. With each passing day, he stumbles less and less like a drunken fool. He doesn't like the feeling of dirt on his hands, which encourages him to stay upright. He's just learned to kick the ball and chase after it and is obsessed with flowers.
Yes, yes. It’s been a while. We’re still alive and apologize for the lack of posts. We’ve both had very busy work schedules and Frankie has been sick for much of the past two months. Then, I had flu then some kind of strep-like virus, which I would dissuade anyone from getting if at all possible. We’ve been luck enough to have emergency care nannies Grandma (Baw-Ma) and Grandpa (Paw-Paw) B. or we’d have surely died and been eaten by the cats long ago. Frankie has been plagued by ear infections and respiratory problems, so much so that Dave and I made the decision two weeks ago to pull him out of daycare. At first the plan was to have Grandma B watch Frankie until his new, fancy-schmancy (i.e. really expensive) daycare was set to begin in January of 2007. But then, Dave and I were able to convince our respective workplaces to let us toil on different schedules, allowing us to care for him ourselves. I am working from 6am-noon everyday and Dave will leave for work as soon as I get home. Unfortunately, this means we won’t be seeing much of each other, but we really felt like we needed to give Frankie a chance to recover.