Day to day

Its so much fun to get phone calls from my wife, no matter what our daughter is up to (good or bad).  There are two phone calls in particular. 

Saturday morning I was in Seattle for a Fathers Conference (for fathers who have a child with a disability).  Before the conference started I called my wife to see how their morning was going.  I listened in the background and heard Zoe crying and basically throwing a little tantrum.  She did not want to be in the car, but would rather be anywhere else.  The little tantrum continued throughout the day, and my guess, would have to be the amount of sleep vs. all the activities Zoe has throughout the week. 

This morning I received another phone call, actually 2.  The first call was from a happy girl who was so proud of her growth, she had to tell her daddy.  Last night she had physical therapy and had some good work done on her back and shoulders.  This morning, my wife measured her (we have a wall chart in the pantry closet), and she was 44" tall (she grew a bit).  She was so proud of her growth she wanted me to know, but when I answered the phone she decided she wanted to get back in the closet. 

The second call I received, which was about 15 minutes after the first, was one that does not happen very often.  My little girl did her business in the toilet, which is the 2nd time ever, and she again wanted me to know.  I immediately praised her and told her how happy I was!

Phone calls like these are awesome!  If there was a way to be home all the time, that would be better.  But, until retirement comes, the calls every now and then like this are just wonderful!