It really does go on

And now, life. O had an appointment with the neurologist today. She's still not walking or crawling like all the other 15 month olds around her. But she's discovering clever little shortcuts to movement, like bum shuffling. The neurologist said she'll go at her own pace and do things in her own way. Think of it as individualistic, she said. I like that.

And later today I put O to bed and heard her shouting for me. Not unusual. I went back into the room and she was STANDING. Leaning on the cot. Standing! In a dangerous way that meant she could have fallen out. And while I should have done the responsible thing and warned O of the horrors of leaning over the cot, I screamed with delight. So loud I frightened O and she plotzed onto her bum immediately. But she was standing! STANDING! On her legs! Without her splints! By herself!

One huge point for O and and a minus zero to those who said she'd never walk.

You watch her, she won't just walk. She'll fly.