The keys are a therapy tool- but Marissa decided to day to hook them.  I don’t know if it was by accident or design, but she’s been clutching them for about sixty seconds, giving them a good throttle, checking the mouth feel.  She’s just lost them, but she’s still checking them out, I think willing them to her hand with the Force or something.

Marissa’s physical therapy yesterday was a mixed bag- started okay, then the seizure attack began, and that was the end of it.  Not helpful was the sore injection site on her thigh.

The designated Marissa hair cutter is on vacation, so the locks get to grow for another week before shearing.  Her hair is as thick as it looks, she leaves a lot behind when all is said and done.  She’s too young to be scared of the scissors or any of the accoutrements, but I’m sure that day is coming.

I optimistically declare the rest of today to be a drama free day!  (well, other than wrestling with an assistive device provider over a bill that isn’t my responsibility, sticking my kid with more steroid, wondering if we’re going to get that third medicine for our regimen today, and figuring out how to move 500 miles away when Marissa can only spend an hour or an hour and a half in the car per day)

Fairfax on the Farm

One of the Fairfax herd has made his way to Wisconsin and liked it so much, he thought he’d stay.

These are from the same gentleman that sent Marissa a cheesehat- we published this picture here a year ago today.