She tried her first organized sport this past spring, soccer. She had some fun, and she might have started to catch on a little, but she had a massive eczema flare-up that lasted for weeks, and that caused some trouble. Her eczema is triggered by warmer weather and being outside. Every spring like clockwork the redness and scales appear on the backs of her knees. I know she suffered a lot during games and practices, with those socks that come right up to her knees. Rolling them down a bit didn't even give her much relief. She tried her hardest to participate but I could tell she was very uncomfortable. I tried every remedy I'd ever heard of with varying degrees of success, but what finally worked once and for all was a prescription steroid cream called Triamcinalone. That stuff was a miracle. After the recommended 10 days of use were up, her skin had completely cleared up. She was so much happier. Too bad the soccer season was over by then. I still have more Triamcinalone, and when the next flare happens I'll be prepared. She wants to try soccer again in the fall, and I know she'll be able to focus more on the game if she's not constantly itching.
|"I heard that."|
|Delaney with one of her cuter critters|
On the subject of swimming, she passed her swim test at the Y a few days ago, and you never saw someone more proud of herself. To pass the test she had to swim the length of the pool and then jump in and tread water for 30 seconds. After that she was given a temporary armband, but she couldn't wait to get the yellow necklace that distinguishes the kids who are swimmers from the ones who are not. She takes it off to sleep and that's about it. Now she can go to the deep end by herself and go down the slides. She is very happy and I am happy for her.
I know there is so much more I should say, and so much that I'm missing as I try to put together a post that does justice to this year of her life. There are so many special moments, and so many things she says or does that make me laugh or move me, or just make me want to squeeze her. I mean to jot it down but then the next thing happens, usually a kid who needs me, and the moment is gone. Of course it's silly to think you can capture a whole year of a child's life in just a few short paragraphs, but that doesn't stop me from trying.
Delaney, in a few years I will drive you a lot crazier than I do now. Maybe you'll sit down and read this and know how much we love you and how proud we are of you, and what a blessing and a joy you are to all of us. Happy belated 6th birthday!