Update from the Physio

The prancing pony and I set off for the hospital again today. After demonstrating her eventing skills this morning with Daddy, we were feeling upbeat and following a minor setback where the receptionist announced that the physio could decide whether she felt like treating Alice today - due to the fact that I snitched on myself and announced that she had a cold - we made it past the dragon into a Willy Wonka's kingdom type room where Alice promptly started bawling. She had spied a bed with a curtain around it in the far corner of the enormous room amongst all the toys, climbing equipment and slides and knew exactly where we were.

Once she had calmed down, she set off exploring, ably demonstrating her ability to speed across open spaces on her knees, as well as her new found skills of standing up and moving around a table. The physio didn't really manage to get near Alice, because the tears welled up again when she did, but she watched us play and smiled good naturedly as Alice ground sandwiches into the equipment and resisted all attempts to push trundle trucks. The hospital has special ones where you can make the handle higher and higher so that any other toddler would need to stand up to push them along. Alice just stretched up from her kneeling position. She found the slide and managed to get herself up the steps and then into a sitting position to come down. This was repeated many times and we'll be off to the park to do it again later - she loves it and apparently it's really good for her. Perfect.

The appointment continued and I tell you, bloglets, this child had better turn into the Albert Einstein that everyone reckons her to be. Much of the professional opinion given today was spent on remarking how bright she is. Basically she has worked out lots of other ways to get what she wants, including asking for things very clearly, so she doesn't need to walk for them. Obviously I'm as proud as punch (without whom there would be no show - see entry from Bolton last year), but am waiting for that planet brain to activate her balance as well as to power her immense powers of speech!

We have lots of exercises to do to get her up and about, but the physio reckons it may be as little as 1 month away. Hurrah. In the meantime, good news for Grannie Al...we have also been given the go ahead to buy her first walking shoes, as the ankle support will apparently give her stability. So off to the shops we will trot. We don't need to be asked twice.