Today Yoda went to physical therapy. She has what doctors like to call "delayed gross motor skills" and what her mother likes to call "a case of spoiled-rotten-itis".
Actually "rotten" isn't
quite fair - she's a sweet kid, full of hugs, kisses and giggles.
She'll give you a bite of her cookie, wait her turn for the slide, and
shares better than any other kid in her mom-n-me class. So, I'll recant
the "rotten" - but not the rest.
According to the
professionals, she just has slightly low muscle tone in her quads, but
is still completely in the realm of normal for her age (especially since
the PT estimated she could have been born as much as 3 weeks
premature). I still contend that our family's "always on the go"
lifestyle, means this kid gets picked up and carried way too much.
at the end of physical therapy today (I didn't even know it was
possible to get a baby to do squats - let alone 3 reps of 5), she pulled
off this astounding feat, and the whole family was there to help her