Handsome

Elliot now winks, blinks, and hams it up when someone mentions the word, "Handsome."

Do we need to work on being humble, little guy? Maybe, but we can't help it. You're quite the charmer.

Yesterday, Kevin took Elliot to Hangar in Children's Hospital to be fitted for orthotic leg braces. They will likely be high, and conspicuous, and help anchor his left foot, which he keeps flexed, and keep his right foot from collapsing inward as it does.

My son will have many accessories, by then--
The glasses that need to be brought back to the optometrist every other week to be reformed because he chews on them;

The arm cast for his right arm as we work on the forced use of his left hand, applied in little bits (20 minutes at the most, at home or in therapy);

Coming soon: Scapula tape to anchor his scapula and keep it from popping out from under use and poor muscle tone; an E-stem machine to hook up to at night, zapping your weak muscles with electrical stimuli, reminding you that they are there.

I'm struggling a little bit with the feeling that you will be the Bionic Boy, and wonder if you might want to be in your own skin once we subject each of your parts to some kind of Adaptive Technology. I hope this stuff will help.

No matter what, though, you'll still be our Handsome Guy.