Sunshine makes me feel so happy because i like to go outside to get some sun. I like to go for a walk with my dad. The sun is worm. I like to have dinner in the sun outside. I like to finish our dinner. After I am outside for a little while I like to go back home to do some physio.
More journal entries
(Playing catch-up again… The “old tape” is the 4-1/2-year-old video clip of the Weather Network that Jon likes playing during physio sessions. And I think the piggy bank sentence was fed to him by the teacher; that coin never got within ten feet of a piggy bank before it was spent on chips! —L)
Physio
The First thing I was doing this morning was Physio. I like to do Physio with my dad. He makes it fun to do. I used to do Physio with the old tape. I like to finish up my Physio. After my Physio I had my breakfast. I had bagel toast and Juice. Tonight I’m going to watch a DVD.
My tooth
Mom wiggled my tooth. I like to get a coin.
I like going to put something under my pillow. I like to get a tooney. And put it in my piggy bank. I’m saving it for a bag of chips. When I get home from school I’m going to do some physio. Tonight I’m going to watch the whole made [homemade] tape.
Jon
Thought for Food
Tom Toles hit it on the head yesterday, and that dovetails nicely with the article Unhappy Meals by Michael Pollan in the New York Times Magazine awhile back (thanks Elizabeth!), which starts with a handy rule of thumb:
…if you’re concerned about your health, you should probably avoid food products that make health claims. Why? Because a health claim on a food product is a good indication that it’s not really food, and food is what you want to eat.
Aquatic physio
Just back from another round of physio with Jon in the school pool. As of last week, our surgeon had encouraged us to help him to start bearing some weight on his healing leg—but only a fraction of his real weight at this point. So standing or stepping in the pool is ideal.
I expected that pain would limit his time in the pool. Not so, but Jon was quite careful with his left leg the first time in. By today he was eagerly taking slow strides as he held my hands. He may have spent a little less time on the left side, a kind of slow-motion limp, but it’s hard to say. Still, much farther along than last week.
He looked so happy, freed up by the water. Last week he gave me a long, tight, spontaneous hug, the first real hug we’ve been able to share in weeks because of The Wedge.
More gratuitous puppy pics
Time for our weekly/monthly/whenever-we-feel-like-it puppy pics! Not as “awwwwww”-inspiring as when she was a widdle teeny-tiny ball o’ fluff, but she still does cute things!
Here she is snoozing in her favourite place—under the living-room comfy chair. I don’t imagine she’ll be able to squeeze under it much longer—it’s already a pretty tight fit.
Yesterday, on the first really warm day of the year (almost 20°C in our micro-climate back yard) we emptied out a Rubbermaid container, put a couple of inches of water in it, and stood back and watched to see what she’d do. Wary at first, it didn’t take her long to step in and start happily splashing around in it. Today is predicted to be even warmer, so we’ll fill it up a few inches higher and let her have a go at it. Yay, we’ve got a water dog!
Thank you
By the way, we never did properly say thanks to everyone for their kind blog comments and other interesting real-life visits, distractions, donut holes, cards, and baskets. Each and every one of them was very kind, and all took us out of the inevitable rut that you get into when one of you is recuperating in something invented by the Spanish Inquisition. Particularly brave were the ones who girded plenty of loins to visit us at the hospital: Andy, Christine, Richard, Luisa, Grandpa S. and Tami. Thank you all.
Hey, We Don’t Need a Carwash, It’s a Canvas!
Let’s all rationalize the state of our cars by checking out Dirty Car Art. Thanks Judith.