Chatterbox

I snapped this video of Scott (and my mom) today, climbing on his treadmill and talking to himself. The kid talks up a blue streak - too bad we have no clue as to what he's saying.



You'll notice the large contraption over the treadmill - we use it for Scott's physical therapy. He walks on the treadmill while supported by a harness, and it's amazing how much he has benefited from it. The physical activity of taking steps is supposed to help certain patterns develop in his brain and encourage walking, crawling, etc. At this point, Scott is doing so well that he no longer needs the harness. He is able to walk on the treadmill while holding the hand rails and with us giving him support around his hips and waist. It's pretty exciting.

Oh, and that used to be my dining room - and a fairly nice one, at that. With a table and chairs and china and crystal and everything. But now it's the treadmill room. And the toy kitchen room. Oh, well. I've given up on decorating. The children have taken over my house.

Scott has another ear infection, which warranted a quick trip to the pediatrician's office this morning. Boo. He's on his second round of antibiotics in the past three weeks. I am so ready for all of us to be well. Juliet is a little bit congested, and Travis and I have been battling congestion for weeks. It's like the cold that will not die.