I've been trying to write a blog for the past couple of weeks and have had a really hard time doing it. It seems every time I sit down and start to write stuff down, I get a phone call, there's a knock at the door, Evie wants my attention, the dog needs let out, the wind blows, things fall off a passing airplane and crash into my house causing a brief time warp... you know, the usual stuff.
So here's what is new: Evie no longer needs to go to the genetics doctor. Well, that's kind of a lie. She actually has to go back at some point years from now before she starts school, but only for a small check up. The whole trip we took last week to the doctor was probably the last one we'll need to make, and it was fun! It was the kind of anxiety-panic-attack-inducing fun, though, not the kind of fun you have at Disneyland.
Okay, that really doesn't sound like fun. That sounds more like a regular trip to the doctor when you're worried things aren't going to go well.
I guess some things don't get a positive spin no matter how hard you try.
We met with a therapist before we had to talk to the doctor. The therapist told us nothing new, just that our daughter is brilliant and probably going to be a physicist some day who will end up explaining how a literal six day creation is just as likely as the Big Bang, but that ... I don't know. She said she's smart. When normal kids are doing something, Evie is about five steps ahead of them and already moving on. This was encouraging news.
Then we met with the doctor who said our daughter is physically just fine after a year in ankle braces and physical and speech therapy. All in all, it was a good visit.
We also ate McDonald's after, and the kiddo was pretty excited about that.
That's the update! The blog is back!
