Not the tax kind. No, our taxes are a disaster, and we may very well be in debt to Uncle Sam forever. Then again, I guess that’s nothing new…
Anyway. Today at Annalyn’s 18-month well-baby visit, we got an extension on her walking deadline.
At her last appointment, the doctor said not to worry about her gross motor skills – or lack of – just yet. But she said that if she wasn’t walking at the next appointment (read: today), it would be time to start worrying.
Today, though, Dr. B said that because Annalyn has learned new tricks (pulling up to stand, climbing like a monkey, cruising a little bit along the couch), she’s doing okay.
However, if she’s not holding onto our hands and taking a few steps by next month, the doctor’s calling in the big dogs. Or, at least, referring us to a physical therapist.
But for now, the kiddo is off the hook. The doctor was pleased with her verbal skills, her body part naming, and her ability to use a phone and a comb just like a big person.
And really, as she sat on the exam table in her diaper, gripping a ball point pen she dug out of my purse, posed to take notes on a stack of my business cards, I had to agree with the doctor.