We woke up at about 8am. From 8am to 9:30am she asked me, "Is the playroom open?" about 56,001 times. At 9:30 the playroom opened and we completely play-roomed it up. We made bead necklaces, colored pictures, played with doll-houses and generally had ourselves a rambuctious, rollicking girls time of it - with an outer shell of demure. That playroom saved our bored bacon.
The PT girls came by and did some exercises with Hannah that were so much easier than her regular PT routine that I think she felt a little awesome about herself. She bent her ankle and squeezed her bum cheeks like an old pro. She even got up and walked a bit with her long-time friend The Walker.
In the afternoon the other 5/7 of the family stopped by for a visit and I think it eased my little girls soul to be in the hustle and the bustle and the noisiness and the frustraion of all her siblings, not to mention in the presense of her ever-teasing Dad. Then in the evening she relaxed into sleep with some more Barbie movies and didn't move to many of her muscles until twelve hours later the following morning.
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