Georgie Flies

Dr. Cook called. The MRI showed no re-growth of the tumour (yay).

Georgia feels great. As a matter of fact, at church last week, during the children’s story, she ended up behind the minister, mimicking his arm movements. Then, for the piece-de-resistance, she lifted her dress and showed her beautiful belly to God and everyone else in the church.

Her newest trick, and the move that both delights and terrifies me, is her complete comfort as she flies through the air. It started off innocently enough, with the normal parent-throws-the-baby-an-inch-from-the-hands, and she laughed. Now, she comes to me on the edge of our bed (and it’s a high bed), I pick her up, Superman-style, she flings her hands out in front of her and I throw her into the air so that she lands on the bed. She thinks it’s the greatest thing. She’s actually missed the landing (once, and I wasn’t the one who threw her) and crashed, face first, to the floor. But that didn’t stop her from wanting the thrill of flying. I love that about her.

Sydney’s fundraising was featured on the front page of our local weekly paper, the Frontenac Gazette. She looked gorgeous.