It's official. Today, I scheduled Stella for weekly, ongoing vision therapy. I feel victorious! As in, "We're going to the Super Bowl, baby!" (I probably need to get out more.) You see, our second opinion (the first being Seattle Children's Hospital, where vision therapy was never mentioned, and the third being our current doctor) told… Continue reading Because we just can’t get enough therapy.
So Stella had her two-year check-up today. She received two shots, a delicious wooden tongue depressor, fabulous height and weight percentiles, and a small bit of forgivable misinformation. I'm not sure how I will broach the latter with the doctor, but I plan to do that soon. To kick things off, he asked about Stella's… Continue reading Stella’s weighty two-year check-up.
Stella turned two years old last week, during our beach vacation. She's still singing happy birthday to herself, talking about birthday cake, and reminiscing about blowing out candles and good times with her "Happy Birthday balloon with smiley faces." The balloon was accidentally released into the sky, but the sight of it drifting to ever… Continue reading Stella is two.