Let's wind down...

Dear Nicky,

So hey, I'm writing this about six hours earlier than I usually do. I thought I might try to go to sleep early tonight, right after CSI. (Since you don't know, CSI is a TV show--not some kind of new therapy treatment or something.) So this morning we gave you a bath and headed out to Stepping Stones. You did really well this morning in both therapies, PT and OT. I could tell the therapists were impressed with you. It was easy with the OT, who said she could eat you up; that was a dead giveaway. Then you took an 8 ounce bottle like a champ, then we went to the doc's for a clear-for-surgery exam. Yes, my friend, more work on the horizon for you, I'm afraid. They call it minor, but when is surgery ever minor? Then we came home and I slipped you some puffs in your cereal to start introducing more solid-type textures to you. Kristine your personal OT came over and worked on you, and you did extremely well, which is nice because last week you were quite fussy. I think you were a little embarrassed about it and were trying to make it up to her. Afterward you pounded a bottle and then crashed. You're in your crib now, but who knows how long you'll remain down...?

Love,
Dad