Big day next Friday

So far, Phoebe's cutting 6 teeth, 4 all at once; the words she's using which I can make out are bye bye dada, poopoo, baba, Paul, meow, and the signs for more, all done and eat. Dec.14 is her next clinic appt at duPont and we have no idea what they'll want to do with her legs. Some visits ago they were talking about a hkafo, another visit they thought about more casting before any new set of splints.
The good news is she's standing more without the leg splints so she doesn't need them if someone holds her knees straight and you can feel those muscles working. She transitions from her inchworm crawl to getting on knees, lifting one leg off the ground while doing so. She must be trying to get from crawl to sit. Whatever her pt practices with her, she takes the initiative to do her homework. I better enjoy that while it lasts...
Paul, Phoebe and Calib saw Santa already at Pop Joe and MomMom Char's church. It was a nice turnout and they had a craft table. The kids were more interested in drawing with markers and chasing each other up and down the hallway. Paul's talking to Phoebe's pt on his toy phone right now, so I better type quietly.