This is Maggie's Fonzie impression. It comes complete with a little grunt that's close to the "Aaayh" like the Fonz does. She picks up on stuff nowadays. Time to start being especially careful about what we say and do.
She's going strong with the one-handed walking. We walk through stores hand-in-hand now. And do a lot of chasing people and dogs in the house. Although she continues to walk on her tiptoes. Even when I give as little support as I can in my assisting hand, she gets up on her toes to go walking. There was an encouraging period of a day or two when the one-handedness got her on flat feet. But she's just convinced she needs to be taller I guess. I had a brilliant thought a while ago that maybe shoes would force her to put her feet flat. Thanks to orthopedic knowledge, though, all these baby shoes today have very flexible soles so that she can still get on her toes. Darn that science making my baby grow up with healthy parts. At least wearing shoes means she can walk in public places (like the aforementioned stores where bare feet on the floor would be gross), but she's constantly walking out of the things because she's on her toes. When you're only using half the shoe . . .
We're battling a cold right now. I got it first and have passed it on to Maggie and Bill. Bill seems to be coping well; Maggie is struggling to get over it. She's not sleeping well at night because of all the stuffiness. Naps too have been shorter and interrupted. She gets mad mad mad when anyone tries to wipe the snot from dripping out of her nose. And benadryl is not her favorite flavor in the world. We've been pushing fluids and persisting with the dreadful medicine, lots of vitamin C rich foods, and time to space out reading books and watching Star Trek. It's hard to explain to a busy 14-month old that it's important to take it easy when you're sick. But I think we must be on the other side of it now. We must.
