F is apparently doing really well at maintaining flexibility, she did lots of fun physio exercises, they have some nice equipment there, and she loves balancing/wobbling/playing with balls and beanbags, so she enjoyed herself, as did we. I feel so proud of her, here she is doing everything she needs to do at her age (and more), and thoroughly enjoying physical activity. Feisty little sausage!
It's always strange to go back there, as I can't help but remember the first visit when she was 3 weeks old and we were two numb shell-shocked parents trying to get some idea of what the best case and worst case scenarios would be. And here she is now, wish we could have looked ahead and not had the worry of that first 6 months or so.
We booked in for some Gymboree while we were in town after being reminded of how much F loves all that stuff. There isn't anything more locally, so we'll get the train over once a week.
[interlude, suspicious silence, steps, muffled exclamations, swearing]
OMG she's just painted all over the wall going up the stairs with red paintstick! So there you go, as the physio says, she's got 'function'!
Grrrr. Have cleaned with hot soapy water, but think repainting would be advisable if landlord/lady visiting any time soon.
Am cross mummy now, horrid.
And she's all upset. Ugh.
Bye for now.
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