It’s been a busy month, with several road trips peppered throughout to really great cities like Chicago, IL and Huntington, WV. I’ve got some catching up to do with the stories around here, and that always seems to weigh me down a little, but hey, this is MY space, so I get to make the rules. And the rule right now is, just make sure to write something every month, so there’s a cool unbroken list of months over in the sidebar.
Anyway, I’ve been feeling like an absentee father with all these trips and late nights on campus, so Lindsay and I spent the morning together this morning. It was really startling to take her to the park for the first time since late last fall and see the difference a little over five months makes in her play skills. All I can say is that it’s clear that the investment in full-time, live-in, one-on-one therapy is paying dividends in her motor skill development…
But I digress. As I was holding her in my lap and trying to impress her with my mad swinging skilz, I started to feel like I was losing my balance. I slowed down and she wanted to know why. I said, “I was losing my balance.” She hopped off my lap and started kicking around in the mulch. She goes, “I’m looking for your balance, daddy. Where did you lose it?” Then she sat down and looked at the bottom of her shoe and said, “Maybe I stepped on it.” I asked her what she thought my balance looks like and she said, “Well, because, it’s shiny, daddy. And black.” Sounds like pretty cool balance, doesn’t it?