Up On the Dogs

Liam's moving at mach speeds.  I went from being worried about if he would walk normal again to "Holy crap!".  I blink my eyes and POOF.  The burning question in our house lately is, "Where's Liam?".  Not that I wish to go back in time when he couldn't walk, crawl, sit up, and so on, but I kinda' miss those "easy" days.  Just a little bit ago, I turned my back for about 10 seconds only to find Liam in the bathroom playing with our toilet paper.  What a mess THAT was.  When I discovered it, Landon said, "Oh yeah, Liam got into the TP."  You think, Landon?  Thanks for helping out, buddy.   Liam is walking so much better.  I've noticed that his limp is improving as he puts more pressure on his right leg.  He takes my hand for guidance as if he actually needs help getting from A to B.  I'm really proud of him for what he's doing.


And, of course, the TP shot.  Little stinker.