Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Joy of Love, Day 05: Love to Hate

With a subject like "Love to Hate", how could I choose just one target? I chose one for each of my loved ones, including myself out of guilt for raking the others over the coals.

First, THE MEN-FOLK:

I chose toilet for so many reasons. My first pet peeve is when my hubby finishes in the restroom, he drops the toilet seat down with a *SLAM*. So, so loud. I know I should thank my lucky stars that he puts the seat down at all, but does he have to slam it? Now the boy does the same thing when he uses the oval office. Nice.
The boy definitely lacks in the aim department. Really, really bad aim. (Note to self: replace mesh trash basket beside toilet in powder room.)

The boy often forgets to flush. I'll spare you the photo for this.

Second, THE GIRL:

Room cleaning is not her forte. She's a huge clutter bug. I need to help her clean so she doesn't just move stuff around, but at this point it would probably be much faster to just clean it myself! Add that she likes to play dolls in the closet, and there's pretty much nowhere sacred. This is her closet after her idea of cleaning. (The dolls you see are swinging...not by the neck, but it does look a little creepy!)

Third, THE DOGS:

I already covered rock-chasing on Day 3, so that leaves me with wet footprints today! Ugh, anyone with a pet can relate.

Finally, ME!

I think if my hubby were to choose one of his biggest pet peeves, it would be my habit of leaving stuff on the stairs. I leave things that must go up on the steps because I'm way too lazy to climb them repeatedly! I hear about this occasionally when he falls over something waaay too large for the space. Oops.


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Physical Therapy

We started physical therapy on Thursday for Bella's toe walking. She's been toe walking since I can remember her taking steps and her pediatrician wasn't concerned because she can walk flat on her feet if asked to do so. She just reverts back to the toes when not thinking about it. He said we'd worry about it if she was still doing it in Kindergarten. Well, now we're in Kindergarten and her tendons in her calves are so tight we have to take action. (Don't get me started on being reactive instead of proactive. It seems a no brainer to me that we should've done something before it got this far, but I'm not a doctor. I can't imaging how long it will take to break a 5 year habit though!) Bella is so upset about the prospect of leg braces she'll do anything to avoid it. We arrived at the doctor's office amid tears and drama - classic Bella-style! By the time we left an hour later, she was beaming and counting the days until she could return. Thanks goodness! She learned stretches, walked on the treadmill, and got to watch herself walk in a full-length mirror, one of her favorite pasttimes! Last night at dinner she declared that she LOVED her new doctor, despite forgetting her name! I can only hope her motivation continues in the weeks to come.