Bertrand with his teeniest and cutest physical therapist.
We survived the first full day of therapy at Now I Can today. We were lucky that daddy was able to go with us, and that Victoria got sick only once on the car ride down. (Of course, she got sick just as we were pulling into the Now I Can parking lot, and just on the car carpet rather than her surrounding layers of bibs and absorbent pads. Sigh.) We're all exhausted. Only 2.5 weeks left to go. This summer has been crazy.