star-gazing, progress on the floor

We had an interesting experience this morning. We went out to breakfast at Mimi's cafe in a nice area of Phoenix called Ahwatukee. As we were sitting down in our booth, I was telling Mark something, and it seemed like he was totally ignoring me. He was looking elsewhere. Then he calls out across a couple of tables, and says, "Thanks for being a Cardinal". This handsome black man replies, "thanks." So . . .what the heck was that? Who is that other man? Apparently he's a linebacker for the Arizona Cardinals football team, I think his last name is Porter. How Mark recognizes him, I don't know. Mark claims that if you watch encough ESPN that they show the guys without all their gear and helmets, so he recognized him. Mark then proceeds to tell me which team he tranferred from, and that Porter wanted to come to Arizona because of the coach here, blah, blah, blah. Of course, as nerdy as we are, we were curious to see what he drives . . . It was an Escalade.

Makayla still does her bootie scoot, now getting all around the house. I took another video of her this week. Check it out. She was evaluated by an early intervention physical therapist today. She qualifies for early intervention with PT visits about every 2 weeks. She showed us some exercises we can work on to first start building some upper body strength.

the good and the bad

Let's start with the positives.

Mark has been doing well at work. He's learning lots of things that he didn't learn at CNA school. He got braces this week, which he's been asking for.

Makayla had her 1 year check up. She is doing very well in fine motor and speech; she says "dada" very well. She is about the 25th percentile for height. She had no major reactions to her vaccines. She is doing her bootie scoot more and more to get around the room. She discovered the tupperware cupboard tonight and enjoyed looking through it.

The struggles.

Mark didn't realize how much the braces will hurt. Mark also realized that pushing it too much and staying up too long after working all night really doesn't feel well.

Makayla is below the 5th percentile on weight. We are working on beefing up her caloric intake. She doesn't say mama, but will look right at me and say dada. Apparently dada works for both of us.

Her pediatrician and I are a little nervous about how she doesn't even want to bear weight much, if at all. We are going to get her some physical therapy help with this, and also get her checked by a neurologist just to make sure everything is ok. I'm hoping that it's more of a "I don't want to" thing, rather than a "I can't do it" thing.