Proven Wrong

Before Ella was born, I liked to be right a lot (who doesn't??). 

Since then, there is nothing I love more than being proven wrong.

I used to worry that having a syndrome with developmental delays meant Ella would never play creatively

or that she wouldn't take any initiative to get things she wants.

This girl carried a heavy wooden stool all by herself across the house just so she could watch the popcorn pop.

I thought having CdLS meant she wouldn't be silly

or have a strong bond with us.

I never thought Ella would sit still to let me make her hair 'pretty'--much less put it in braids.. 

TWO of them!

I didn't know if we would ever be able to have a 'nice' family meal again 

She is SO proud to be in a 'big girl' booster seat.

and after at least a full year of I'm-being-tortured-scream-filled bath time, I had little hope things would improve.

These two LOVE taking baths together!

Most of all I worried she wouldn't be happy.

Yup.. I really love being proven wrong.