Monday. Mondays are hard on us. Katelyn and Sarah feel that school is an injustice. All they do is work and work and work... and play a little. School lasts for 20 hours according to Sarah.

Elizabeth had a good night. She's doing great right now. Yesterday she tried to hold her head up! She did pretty good. That' s one thing the neuros were concerned about was her lack of neck control. We start PT tomorrow at 9:00 am. I'm excited. I'm not sure if the Princess will be though. One PT in the hospital made her cry. He sat her up and had her to bear weight on her arm. She threw her head back, let out a wail (no sound came out, but she got her point across) and pouted until he left. Evidently, when you have the Princess Syndrome, you don't like PT.

Stacy is off to the gym. In the hospital, he was LizBeth's personal trainer. She bench pressed a tube of diaper cream and curled empty bottles. Sometimes he made her do squats.

LizBeth just had a case of the hiccups. No brady following. Only a small desat that she brought up herself with a cough. Whew.

Looks like it's going to be another nice day here.