I’m sure some of you have been wondering how Annalie’s foot is doing. Troy and I suspect that it is almost completely healed, which isn’t surprising considering she didn’t put any weight on it for nearly three weeks.

Then she surprised us at dinner this past Sunday by standing up in our restaurant booth to look at the tables on the other side. She stood on her tippytoes, without any prompting on our part, and then grinned and waited for us to notice. I don’t think we cheered as much for her when she took her first baby steps.

Since then she has been willing to “practice” walking only if one of us is holding her hands, and only on her toes, despite the fact that when she’s lying on the floor and isn’t thinking about it she often will bend her knees and plant both her feet flat on the ground. She also will push hard with both of her feet on our hands or legs when we’re tickling her or wrestling around, which we’ve been doing a lot lately in an attempt to get her moving around and in the hopes that she would use her foot without thinking about it and realize it didn’t hurt. Well, she does use that foot all the time when she isn’t thinking about it. Are you noticing a pattern here?

We’re pretty sure that most of Annalie’s reluctance to walk is because she accidentally jumped off a chair a few hours after she injured her foot, and she remembers quite clearly how painful that was. Annalie has a great memory, and a vivid imagination, and she’s extremely sensitive (she scored 20 on this test). When we’re at a birthday party, Annalie covers her ears all through “Happy Birthday to You” in anticipation of the clapping and cheering after the candles are blown out. If we’re reading a book and a character in the book does something naughty—say, eating a cookie even though he was told not to—she whimpers and says, “I’m done with this book!” because anticipating the scolding that will happen five pages later is just too much for her.

I am sympathetic to Annalie’s sensitivity, because I’m that way myself (I score 25 on this test). People used to call me shy when I was little, but really I was often just overwhelmed by the number of people in the room, the noise level, the people looking at me, make them stop looking at me! I don’t come off as shy anymore, and I’ve learned to control my reactions so most people don’t notice them, but I am still sensitive to noise levels and crowds. I can usually tell when a television is on somewhere in the house even though I can’t hear the sound. Many times I have spit out an orange section, grimacing at its bitterness, only to hand the orange off to Troy and watch him enjoy the rest of it.

So when we try to talk to Annalie about walking, and she stiffens and clamps her hands over her ears, I understand that she’s feeling overwhelmed by the emotions evoked by the thought of walking and feeling pain. When we encourage her to try standing on her good foot or to get herself up onto a chair (both of which we know she can do) and she gets upset and cries, I ache for her and am frustrated because I know what she’s feeling but I don’t know how to make it better.

There have been a couple of times her agitation has evolved into full-fledged tantrums (like the x-ray attempt), and we’re never quite sure if we should stand our ground or back down. The other day she lost it over the idea of getting down off a chair by herself. She asked me to help her down, and I said something like, “You can get down by yourself, I know you can! You’ve done it lots of times!” Apparently what she heard was, “I’d like you to stick this red-hot nail through your foot! Then drink this rat poison!” because she burst into tears and curled into a little ball on the chair. I thought if she was scared, it was important for her to just do it, especially since this was something I knew she was capable of doing. So I sat down in another chair and cheered her on, asked if there was something I could do to make it easier for her, offered to leave her alone, sat with her in my lap, prayed with her, talked to her about how she gets a little braver each time she’s scared to do something and does it anyway…you name it, we tried it. Finally after thirty minutes she calmed down and got down off the chair by herself with Troy lightly touching her bad foot so she would remember not to put it on the ground.

Then there was this morning, when I asked Annalie if she wanted to practice walking, and at first she thought that was fine, but it ended up being 45 minutes of her crying and not wanting to put her good foot on the floor. Here’s part of the email I sent Troy after it was all over:

From: Bethany
Date: Jan 23, 2008 10:55 AM
Subject: help
To: Troy

Okay. I just wanted to vent a little bit. I’ll be fine. I probably just need to eat something.

And I did, and then Troy came home for lunch which gave me a bit of a break, and all was well.

Seriously, I’m fine now. That line about venting applies to this blog post, too. I’m not depressed, I can handle my daughter’s tantrums (which I realize are actually few and far between and about something specific), I don’t need anything more than an occasional pat on the back and maybe some coffee and peanut butter cookies to help me along. And when she is walking again, I am sure I’ll say something dumb like, “Wow, it was so much easier when she was stuck sitting on the couch all day!” forgetting what a pain it was to have to carry her every time we walk from the car to Target.

Ugh. This post had a point way back there at the start, but I’ve meandered so much it’s starting to feel like a big mess. I’ll end here, even though I could rant on about this for another thousand words, easy, because I’ve been writing this post in bits and pieces all day and am getting tired of it. I’m kind of amazed I am even hitting ‘publish’ because I am a private person and I don’t usually talk about my frustrations to anyone but my mom or Troy or my closest friends. I guess I feel like you all deserve something for coming here to read time after time, so you’re getting a little bit of trust. Thanks for listening.

Like most people around this time of year, I have a to-do list as long as my arm. I feel as though the past few days have been busy and full of activity, but they haven’t really. Annalie woke up on Monday with a slight fever—enough to make her feel hot and listless, but not enough to medicate. So we had a couch-snuggling-and-Sprout-watching marathon that day. Yesterday she was better, but still wanted to sit on my lap and play with my hair more than usual. So we rested and relaxed for another day. I have no complaints about that.

What I will complain about is that all the errands I had mentally slotted for those two days didn’t get done. Which means magnets didn’t get mailed as quickly as I had planned (thanks for your patience & understanding, Kerri!), no gifts were bought for the playgroup gift-exchange this Friday, no grocery shopping was completed for the soup I am making for the potluck after the Advent service at church tonight. Those all got pushed to today. So OF COURSE I woke up this morning all congested. Oh well, I’ll live.

Annalie, at least, seems to be feeling almost like her normal self. So when my friend Bekah called and invited us to the park late this morning, I hesitated. My initial impulse was to say no, because I had all these errands to run. But we’d been cooped up in the house for two days, and the weather today is so gorgeous and warm, I thought getting outside and running around might do Annalie some good. Then Bekah kindly offered to watch her at the park so I could get some of my errands done. So that’s what I did.

After I put Annalie down for her nap, I made one of my favorite soups to make to church tonight, Tomato-Corn Chowder. It’s simple, with only a few ingredients, and it’s such comfort food. I cleverly submitted the recipe to soupsong.com years ago, so I don’t have to write it out now. If you click on the link, you’ll get a page that will print nicely, should you wish to print it out. (You should note that Pat put her own spin on the recipe and suggests cutting corn off a fresh ear, but frozen or drained canned corn works just as well.)

I hope you all are doing better on your lists of holiday tasks than I am. But if you’re not, make me feel better and tell me about it! What major task should YOU have done by now?