David was supposed to be born in May, May 21st I think. That would've been a house full of Taurus-es, all four of us. But in true bull-headed style, he refused to conform and chose to come 8 weeks early. But even with that, we have four birthdays in a six-week period, and that's plenty for me. ... If you can avoid it, I strongly recommend NOT having a child five days after your own birthday (this would be Simon), because eventually your own birthday will be completely eclipsed by the kiddo's.
We did learn that (miracle of miracles) there is an intervention that David does not require - hooray! His physical therapist recommended we have a consultation with an orthotics (agency, something) to see if he might benefit from some custom-fitted braces in his shoes. So Matt took him to this place in Asheville, and the lady said he doesn't need them! She did recommend putting him in some hard-soled shoes - we've usually had our kids barefoot or in soft-soled Robeez, and she agreed that's best for most kids, but not David. She said his feet are really small for someone with Down syndrome, and firmer shoes will give him a wider base upon which to stand. So we picked up a pair of Garanimals at Wal-Mart - so far David's more interested in undoing the straps and pulling them off the instant you get them on his feet, but I'm assuming he'll get used to them pretty soon.
So yeah, no much to say. I'll write again soon.
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