Still working on the video. Gotta get it down to a manageable 3 minutes, down from the hour or so of footage I took. Oops.

I took Annie to her 3 and 4 year old's class at church yesterday and she sat at the table with her friends. I looked around and noticed that Annie is just about the tallest kid in the class. She's huge. I was wondering why, when I picked her up, her feet would still be dragging on the floor. What's up with these huge kids around here?? Pretty soon, I'm going to be the shortest one in my house. And I'm 5' 10"!! Anyway--she seemed to enjoy being in the classroom. For awhile. Too much activity can overwhelm her--which is common for people with brain injuries. Or menopausal women. So we left.

Today we tried the swing again. I sang Kumbaya just like her cousins, Grace and Aileen. She seemed much more calm in the swing in spite of my singing and held on with both hands. Her right hand continues to make great progress in grasping, and now when she drinks water from the syringe she brings her arm and hand up to her mouth, instead of positioning her head to go down to the syringe. Does that make sense? I'm rereading that, and I'm not sure it makes sense. This is what happens when all your kids come home from summer camp. Concentration drops to the level of a gnat.

Jean


Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1