Once we left ICU, we could walk with Thing 3, and we did. All. Day. Long.
The above nativity scene was on the nurses station in the Traumatic Brain Injury Unit. The unit went in a circle, so so we passed this nativity scene thousands of times a day. Every time I looked at it, I couldn't help but think that if that were my newborn baby, I probably ask the shepherds to move their donkeys back a bit. It would make me nervous to have an animal closer to my baby than I was. I'm pretty sure I would position myself between my baby and the livestock. Mary, it seems, is a lot more trusting than I would be.