This was going to be a "Wordless Wednesday" post--but then Miss B decided to say her first word--so now I guess it is a "First Word Wednesday". Hooray!
We were at occupational and physical therapy this morning and they were making her work hard. She started complaining about it a bit, so I calmed her down and set her back on the floor to play some more. She was distracted by the toys for a moment, but then she turned to me, put her arms up and very clearly said "Momma!" (As in "Save me, Momma! Save me from these ladies that make me kneel and play with toys!")
I have three witnesses (OT, PT and an observing nursing student), so this isn't just a made-up mommy hope, I promise!
I'm a Midwestern girl who's lived in Missouri, Utah, Missouri again, Nebraska, Mississippi and Iowa. This is my story of life with my farmer-turned-professor husband, two exceptional little boys, and one extraordinary little girl who happens to have Trisomy 21, or Down syndrome. The stories you are about to read are all real; I couldn't make it up if I tried.