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For some reason, this set of photos of the "dress rehearsal" for next week's innaguration made me tear up this morning: photos.
I'm thinking maybe by topic might be the method by which to recap the weekend:
( vomiting toddler )
( GRUE, the car )
( Winter Feast )
Finally, a note about my knee: Yes, I'm now walking without either the brace or crutches. I still have a significant limp (which makes me feel very old) and there is a tightness and weird feeling (not really discomfort, just a weird stiff feeling) there all the time, but I'm slowly accepting this as the new normal. The accepting is a big step for me -- for ages I wanted it to feel just like the other one, but I'm coming to grips with the fact that it just never will. That I'll always (or at least for the next couple of years) be aware of it constantly. Yes, it will continue to improve - to get stronger and my range of motion will get slightly better (so I can climb stairs with both feet again), but this is just the way its going to feel from now on. For some reason coming to grips with this has been a big step for me, and its making coping with things better.
Looking forward to: A week where no one throws up or poops on the floor; where we finally get to take the tree down; where I get a car (car = freedom); where I make crazy pants for my toddler boy; where I have a weekend off to enjoy with my family.
I'm thinking maybe by topic might be the method by which to recap the weekend:
( vomiting toddler )
( GRUE, the car )
( Winter Feast )
Finally, a note about my knee: Yes, I'm now walking without either the brace or crutches. I still have a significant limp (which makes me feel very old) and there is a tightness and weird feeling (not really discomfort, just a weird stiff feeling) there all the time, but I'm slowly accepting this as the new normal. The accepting is a big step for me -- for ages I wanted it to feel just like the other one, but I'm coming to grips with the fact that it just never will. That I'll always (or at least for the next couple of years) be aware of it constantly. Yes, it will continue to improve - to get stronger and my range of motion will get slightly better (so I can climb stairs with both feet again), but this is just the way its going to feel from now on. For some reason coming to grips with this has been a big step for me, and its making coping with things better.
Looking forward to: A week where no one throws up or poops on the floor; where we finally get to take the tree down; where I get a car (car = freedom); where I make crazy pants for my toddler boy; where I have a weekend off to enjoy with my family.
