Monday, May 17

In an interesting turn of events, Jimmy scored a nearly perfect grade on the math test he took covering the stuff I taught him at home this month! This both delights and frightens me.

He continues to maintain improved balance, it seems that the episodes of wobbles are fewer and farther between. There might just be a light peeking through the of this weird tunnel! I'm still cautiously optimistic at best, wanting to protect all of us from expecting too much too soon.

I'm having to work hard to get him up and working at exercises and movement. I don't know if he's scared or lazy or tired or what, but he prefers to stay put in the wheelchair.

I have to fill out a history form for the Physical Therapy assessment that asks stuff like when he first held his head up and crawled. A better mother would probably remember all that stuff! I'm sure I wrote it all in his baby book; being the first child, his book was fairly well maintained for at least the first year. Maybe I'll drag that thing down from the closet tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just guess. I can't imagine where he gets that tired, lazy inspiration!

I got an email from one of his classmates today inviting him to a laser tag party on Saturday. I'm not sure how to handle that one. Poor guy.

At lunchtime today, I almost told someone to have a good weekend. Not sure how to handle that one, either.

One day at a time, right?