Visit to the Physio

We reached the 14 month mark with still no signs of standing up, so - following Doctor's orders - we pootled off to see a physio. Alice knows Jo, a specialist in pregnancy, post-natal and baby stuff, well from "our" weekly pilates class last year and was overjoyed to see her again. Since Alice felt completely at home, she lost no time in demonstrating all her skills (walking across a room on her knees, pirouetting on her bottom and being on one knee, as though she were about to propose).


As expected and hoped, she was pronounced to be physically fine and "obviously very bright" (mother puffing up self-importantly taking all the praise for Alice's good qualities and blaming bad ones on the influence of too much Baby Einstein). We apparently should not expect her to walk before 16/17 months because she is busily developing all the muscles in turn rather than getting up and taking a risk by learning, quite literally, through the school of hard knocks. I had been worried about her ankles because they seemed a bit bendy but all is well there and she has "advanced" fine motor skills (she's good with her hands) for a baby of her age.


So, much relief, and another couple of months of sitting in cafes peacefully, rather than chasing her into the bins and out onto the street (as demonstrated by Little friend Cora at Bellagio last week). I'm sure you all think I'm nuts to have been worrying, but am ever paranoid about the late discovery of my thyroid thingy in pregnancy and the continual questions at her check-ups to be sure that she is developing normally as a result.

Alice completes several laps of Centennial Park on her knees