Pony Walker!

Patrick had the day off of work, so he came along for Joe’s usual physical therapy appointment. Joe always does well in PT, but today, with Dada to cheer him on … he did great.

Cristin, Joe’s physical therapist, put him in what they call a “pony walker” — it’s a gait trainer that straps the kid into an upright position, with feet against the floor, so he can push off and “walk” with support.

Now, keep in mind that they have put him in this thing three or four other times in the past few months, and each time he just sat there looking at me.

But today (and I am totally not taking this personally), he pushed off and scooted toward Dada!

Cristin was so impressed that she carried it out to to the car and let us take it home. Joe has been scooting around the kitchen and seeming as pleased with himself as we are. He just backed Lola into a corner!

He has a way to go in controlling the thing, but look how well he’s doing already:

I Can Wave My Hands

Somewhere in our recent travels, Joe and I misplaced the cord we use to upload photos from the camera to the computer. Booooo.

There’s a new one on the way (which means I’m juuussst about to find the old one!) so get ready for lots of photos in a week or so.

In the meantime, the webcam still works! Here is Joe performing a favorite song-and-dance number, with help from Dada:

Ear Infection!


Joe has been so cranky and out of sorts, and just not acting like himself. After a while, it definitely seemed like more than just teething.

So last night, I took him to yet another urgent care, just to make sure we weren’t overlooking anything.

Sure enough, the doc said his right ear looked red and infected.

Here he is waiting for her to come back with medicine:

Urgent Care

No amoxicillin this time, for obvious reasons. He got a one-time dose of antibiotics — in a shot. He was not amused.

He seemed to feel a lot better today as we made our way back to Virginia. But this evening, he woke up from a late nap crying his little eyes out, and could not be calmed down.

So we threw him in the car and went to Target! (For some reason, walking into a big public place shuts him right up.)

He very much enjoyed the toy aisle with Dada:

Fun at Target

(We forgot to put his glasses back on him before running out of the house. Oops.)