Noah finally said (with some prompting). . . Ma!
It sounded like musical gold. He has only said it twice since then and both times with prompting but that's fine with me. He has to start somewhere.
Tomorrow I am taking him up to Primary Children's Hospital to meet with an Orthopedic Specialist to see about his leg turning out. His appointment is at 8am. They called and asked me to be there 15 minutes early. They claim for paperwork but I know better. The clinics don't even open till 8am. They just don't want me to be late. I don't blame them though. A 30 minute drive that early in the morning... if it wasn't for my insomnia and waking up super early lately I might actually be worried.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A New Word
With Much Love, Crystal at 11:03 PM
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