Laughter

I love that I have a hubby who makes me laugh.

As you probably well know, our children are not tall. Likely won't ever be. Genes are not on their side. For about three months, Livvy was in the 90th percentile for length. She now measures in at the 18th. To top it off, all of her length is in her torso and none is in her legs....a Rademacher and O'Neill family trait. So, what does this mean? Never, ever will she get to shop in the 'average' jean section. She will constantly be searching for those stores that carry "ankle length" or "short".

At her three-year-old check, the nurse was buzzing through the developmental checklist. "Is she starting to walk up stairs with alternating feet?" I burst out laughing. She might if she could, but her legs aren't long enough!

Nevertheless, we were at MMI today for Camille's PT session and Liv had a room to run wild. It is so darn cute to watch her run with those little legs----the best way to describe it is a long string of stutter steps which putters her right across the room. Every once-in-awhile, she throws in a couple of jolted half-jumps which turns the puttering into kind of a skip-jump-putter. All the while, she laughs and smiles from ear to ear.

In watching her today, Bill took one look, paused, and noted, "Oh, Liv, there you go, with all the grace of a gazelle."

Thanks, Billy, for the 10+ years you've always been able to make me belly laugh.