In all respects, today was extremely profitable
-did some laundry
-cleaned out the fridge
-made menus/sorted all of my coupons and grocery shopped
-did a therapy appointment with Addison
-one Keene Medical pickup (finally all of the oxygen cylinders are gone)
-took down all of the Christmas decorations (including throwing the tree out the front door by my very own self)
-finally scrubbed the living room floor (yay for removing the hardened baby food) and leaving the whole room sparkling clean.
-made a new non-Christmasy header for this blog (I am so in love with that picture)
all the while entertaining a baby who pretty much refused to nap all day.
But in all reality, the day feels like a failure because I couldn't accomplish the one thing that has has been a bee in my bonnet for a while now. Addison will not stand. Now that her sitting has come so far, she can roll anywhere she wants to go, and her crawling is sooo close, I feel that her standing should be farther along than it is.
If I hold her by her arms, she curls up her legs and dangles there (of course smiling at me, as if to sidetrack me with cuddles and forget about my mission)
URGHHH. It is so frustrating. This is why it's going to take her forever to walk.
She has motivation to go. She has strength. She has the curiosity to cruise around.
BUT SHE REFUSES TO PUT WEIGHT ON HER LEGS.
Odette (her PT) and I spent the good part of an hour today trying to persuade her to put a little weight on those chubby little leggings clad legs.
Apparently this activity is beneath her. Literally and figuratively.
You know, someday when Addison is walking (ten years from now...apparently) I am going to post a long, bragging post that will make you all physically ill and want to throw cyber tomatoes my way because I will be so proud that she finally made it.
Because we have so far to go. sigh.
I'm going to go stare at the startlingly clean floor in my LR a little bit more. (You would be proud, Bekka/Wren/Amy/all of the neat freaks in my life.) (-:
While I stare at my reflection staring back at me in the wood floors, I'm going to imagine little pattering feet treking across the floors in my house. Or maybe even just standing on them. hopefully soon.