Picture day...!
Dear Nicky,
This morning we dressed you up in a nice blue big-boy shirt that was also a onesie, and also some khaki pants because today was picture day at Stepping Stones. After rushing around the house this morning, trying to get ready, we finally hit the road a few minutes after eight. Traffic by the Holland Tunnel was its usual horrendous self, but fortunately there were two cops there to make things worse. Once we got past that and onto 280, we, surprisingly, flew through Newark, which is usually a standstill. Anyway we got there time. We did a little PT, and then it was picture time. We went upstairs, waited our turn, and got what I think were some pretty good shots. The photographer, who I had some reservations about, turned out to be a real pro and really knew how to get kids to smile. Afterwards we went to speech therapy, which I must admit, is pretty lame. Five minutes of oral stimulation and then we feed you. Then we came home and hung out. For lunch I gave these you these flakes, which are supposed to help the transition from pureed solids to more substantial solids. You liked them okay, but gulped them down whole without much, if any, chewing. Just another thing to work on together, pal.
Love,
Dad
This morning we dressed you up in a nice blue big-boy shirt that was also a onesie, and also some khaki pants because today was picture day at Stepping Stones. After rushing around the house this morning, trying to get ready, we finally hit the road a few minutes after eight. Traffic by the Holland Tunnel was its usual horrendous self, but fortunately there were two cops there to make things worse. Once we got past that and onto 280, we, surprisingly, flew through Newark, which is usually a standstill. Anyway we got there time. We did a little PT, and then it was picture time. We went upstairs, waited our turn, and got what I think were some pretty good shots. The photographer, who I had some reservations about, turned out to be a real pro and really knew how to get kids to smile. Afterwards we went to speech therapy, which I must admit, is pretty lame. Five minutes of oral stimulation and then we feed you. Then we came home and hung out. For lunch I gave these you these flakes, which are supposed to help the transition from pureed solids to more substantial solids. You liked them okay, but gulped them down whole without much, if any, chewing. Just another thing to work on together, pal.
Love,
Dad
posted by The Walkin Dude at 9:36 PM
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