DID YOU KNOW?

"Crawling", also referred to as "Commando Crawling", is when a baby is moving on his/her belly and "Creeping" is when they are moving when they're not on their belly.

Just a quick bit of info for all you mothers out there.. So go ahead.. Impress your Pediatricians. :)

Want to know anything about normal development or reflexes? I have that info too. :)

R.I.P.

Here lies Leanne, peacefully resting beneath a tree. She was a daughter, sister, wife, aunt, and friend. She went down on Sunday, May 18th, 2008 (Luckily for her she had just spent her weekend at a Women of Faith Conference). If she were here to tell her story, she would have blamed it all on my husband. She would claim that he left the back door open which allowed our dog to escape. Upon initial motivation to rescue Sadie from the dangers of the outdoors, she found herself being introduced to a rather large, immovable barrier. (We shall see the culprit later). Not realizing what had just happened, the noise itself made me ache with pain. It invoked a startling reaction to all who were present. "What happened?" you ask. Two of her little toes kissed the travertine surrounding the fireplace. This was not your average kiss.. it was indeed.. the kiss of death!






The uplifting part? She was surrounded with family..


And she's ALIVE!


Realizing this, I kicked into action! Being the health professional I am, I quickly grabbed a bag of ice, elevated her ankle, supported her knee and head with pillows, and gave her a drape. I asked her about any contraindications to cryotherapy (Raynaud's and Beurgers Disease, to which she applied "Yes, I eat too many of them.") and explained to her what she'd feel (coldness, burning, aching, numbness). Despite all the screaming and throbbing and laughing (okay, so that was just me), her toes pulled through for her and she was up and gimping within an hour! So you may be wondering why the heading is R.I.P... I decided it was appropriately titled this to mean "Really Injured Phalanges".

HONEY DOES NOT

Wednesday night was just another typical night for us: Me on the couch reading through Neuroscience notes and Robbie on the couch watching Sports Center. I noticed he had disappeared for a while and this meant one of two things. He had either gone to the office to play some Wii or he was up to something no good. After a period of time, I realized I hadn't heard any expressions of frustrations coming from our office, which meant he was not playing Wii. I then heard him calling my name, asking me to come to where he was.

When I walked into the office, he directed my attention to our dry erase board. (This was originally bought for me to use for school, such as drawing the Brachial Plexus or Circle of Willis, but he has since taken over). It was then that I saw something I didn't want to see. A "HoneyDo List" with 21 different chores/instructions! After reading through them, laughing throughout, I then explained to him that, as physical therapists, when we give our patints a home exercise program (HEP), it is to include 2 - 3 exercises only so they don't become overwhelmed and avoid them all together. Therefore, I told him I would only be able to complete the first three tasks. That answer wasn't good enough for him. He expected for each one to be completed by Friday morning when he returned home from work. "I'll see what I can do," I said, while smiling in a way that you only do to your husband. :)

This story wouldn't be as good without some pictures, so, with Robbie's permission, I show you this.. (I apologize for the lack of quality, but the glare was horrible, so I had to capture it without a flash)

FYI, most of these are examples of him being a butthead b/c they revolved around stuff that I usually do - like go on facebook or watch crappy TV shows. I don't know why, but after sitting in lectures 8 hours a day, mindless TV shows are entertaining. :) Also, previously that day, I was told that our closet was full of my clothes, my drawers were overflowing, and our bed was covered with clothes that he couldn't put away due to lack of room, so I had to get rid of at least two bags of clothing. I changed it to one bag. :)

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