What a Day!

No photo today.  You don't want to see it.

Tuesday night, Samantha got up at 2:30 am.  Carl got her to sleep for about 1/2 hour from 5:30 to 6 am.  She didn't sleep again until a 30 minute nap at 4:15 (15 minutes before we were supposed to leave for her swimming lesson).  Then, she was up until 10 pm, with a massive vomiting event at about 9.

Needless to say, her physical therapy appointment was less than stellar, and we didn't make it to swimming or the play gym.  Argh.  So we go back to therapy again next week.  She wouldn't roll over on her own.  In fact, she  just laid there, face down on the mat, for a substantial portion of the session.

Even on a day like this, she lights up my world.  After she got sick in her pj's,we put her in her little bathtub in her diaper just to hold her somewhere while we cleaned up, before we could get her bathed.  She sat there, in the tub with no water, kicking her feet, giggling and squealing.  I think she has a sense of the absurd.  The idea of being in a bathtub, dry, in a diaper, just cracked her up.