We had dinner tonight at my parent's house. After we ate, everyone was watching the Animal Planet Show, "My Cat from Hell". If you haven't seen that show, check it out. The boys love it, but they call it "My Cat from H". Anyway, I tore myself away from the latest evil cat to inform Bill that I was going to go work out on the elliptical downstairs. TJ piped up, "Oh, you're FINALLY going to go exercise?"
Ouch, Kid. Ouch. For the record, I've been feeling much better the past couple weeks and have been working out regularly again. My cardiologist adjusted my medications and it seems to be working (for the time being). I'm trying to drop ten or so pounds before we leave for Disney World (five weeks from today!).
When we got home tonight, Sam needed to take a shower. As is often the case, he opted to use my shower. I turned the water on and he climbed in. Immediately, he started scrutinizing the shower nozzle. He informed me that I needed to adjust it, because it was 'wrong'. I asked him how he could tell and he informed me that the water was hitting the shower wall in the wrong spot. How does he notice these things??
Nolan is now in physical therapy twice a week for his sore feet. He will also be seeing a pediatric orthopedic specialist to figure out why he walks funny, but the therapist's job is to help him learn better techniques. She observed him last week and was pointing out several things he did incorrectly, all of which will make walking exhausting for him. When we left, I set up his appointments for next week. The receptionist is a young man, probably in his mid twenties. As we walked out the door, Nolan gave him his biggest smile and said, "See you later, Dr. Conner!"
Dr. Conner has been Nolan's doctor since his birth. She is a woman and is probably twenty years older than the male receptionist. I had a good laugh over that one.
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