J was messing around with his Magna Doodle this morning and I looked down and he had written the number 10, all on his own. I asked him to make an 8 and he did! He also made a 7 on request. Wow. This kid never ceases to amaze me.
Randy took the boys to the VFW the other night to see some friends we haven't seen in awhile. I stayed home, just to bask in some silence for a few hours. Jameson came home yelling, "MOMMY! I went to the EFW with Daddy and Elvis showed up. It was creepy! Next time we go see Amy, we're going to have Stir Fry with a fish on top." I guess J tried to swipe Elvis' mic, which didn't go over well and Jameson also came home with a pocket full of screw off wine tops and 2.00. Only my kids.
OK. So according to the site I use to see where people are coming from to look at my blog...many of you are finding me because you are Googling the definition of the word "birfday." I used it in one post, a few years ago now, to show how J pronounced the word "Birthday." According to urbandictionary.com, there are a few other meanings I was unaware of. So, if you are looking for more detailed info, pop on over there. You're welcome. And for the person looking for "Whole Foods sneeze into hand, " I can't help. Sorry.
Object du Jour: Various magnetic letters and the Magna Doodle.
11.09.2011
11.02.2011
You don't know me and stop pulling my hair!
Jackson just loves school. He's an uber-speller, getting 90% on most of his spelling tests thus far. He's been learning Spanish. I wondered how that would go, but he's coming home singing songs about "Donde esta?" and stating proudly, "Me llamo es Jackson!" On the flip side, he's started pulling hair. According to his teacher, he will cross a room at school to pull a child's hair. And, he's now doing it to me at home. J comes at me with hand outstretched saying, "Don't pull hair." If he's lucky enough to get a handful, he follows it with, "Pulling hair is naughty." No one seems to know how this started or how to stop it. At home, he doesn't like me walking away from him and it usually stops the pulling.
For Halloween, the boys were "Monkey George and The Man with the Yellow Hat." We even dressed MG up as Ryan Braun. They were so cute! I'll post pics as soon as we get them off the camera. Jameson loved it! He walked up to the first house and said, "I would like to have a piece of candy, please." The lady just laughed. We shortened it up to just "trick or treat" after that. Jackson followed the protocol of "trick or treat" and "thank you," but could've cared less about the candy. He did latch on to a piece of licorice that he found very entertaining for some reason.
Here's my rant for the day: Because someone has bred more or has had children longer, does not make them a superior parent. I made the mistake of asking advice on a situation with Jameson on Facebook. A woman who I only know from trisomy circles told me to because she has 5 kids, one a trier, I essentially just need to "toughen up, I have a lot of parenting ahead of me." Yep, I get that, but I'm amazed that I got so offended by someone I've never met. It made me want to go all Springer show and yell, "You don't know me!" I had to go and ask the question, didn't I?
GI/feeding team follow up next week. Hopefully, J has packed on some pounds with all the sandwich chomping he's been doing lately.
Object du Jour: J loves the "Biscuit" books he brings home from the school library.
For Halloween, the boys were "Monkey George and The Man with the Yellow Hat." We even dressed MG up as Ryan Braun. They were so cute! I'll post pics as soon as we get them off the camera. Jameson loved it! He walked up to the first house and said, "I would like to have a piece of candy, please." The lady just laughed. We shortened it up to just "trick or treat" after that. Jackson followed the protocol of "trick or treat" and "thank you," but could've cared less about the candy. He did latch on to a piece of licorice that he found very entertaining for some reason.
Here's my rant for the day: Because someone has bred more or has had children longer, does not make them a superior parent. I made the mistake of asking advice on a situation with Jameson on Facebook. A woman who I only know from trisomy circles told me to because she has 5 kids, one a trier, I essentially just need to "toughen up, I have a lot of parenting ahead of me." Yep, I get that, but I'm amazed that I got so offended by someone I've never met. It made me want to go all Springer show and yell, "You don't know me!" I had to go and ask the question, didn't I?
GI/feeding team follow up next week. Hopefully, J has packed on some pounds with all the sandwich chomping he's been doing lately.
Object du Jour: J loves the "Biscuit" books he brings home from the school library.
10.18.2011
The one where Monkey George gets left at Meatballs.
After J's game a few weeks ago, my brother, his daughter, the boys and I decided to go out to lunch at Noodles and then to Yo Mama for ice cream, then home to watch the Brewer game. J had a bit of a runny nose, but seemed fine.
We eat lunch, J had a cup and some crackers and decide to walk up the street to the ice cream shop. As we're walking, J starts coughing and within seconds, he's barking, wheezing and retracting. I scoop him up and run to my car, toss Jameson's car seat into my brother's car and head to the Chateau.
It was a packed house for a Saturday afternoon. The ONLY good thing about breathing issues is that we get VIP service to the front of the line.
We're taken back to a room and a med student comes and asks a bunch of questions. The nurse comes in and starts to administer the breathing treatment which I mistakenly assume to be a Racemic Epi. Jackson barks and the nurse says, "Does he have croup?" I say, "Yes, that's what he's usally dx with when we come in." The nurse whips off the mask and says that she's giving him the wrong medication based on the med student's dx of asthma. At least we figured it out early.
This is about the time I realize (or should I say Jackson realizes) MG is not with us. I didn't remember seeing him in car, so I call my brother and ask him to call the restaurant. They say the don't have him, but my brother gives them his number in case they find him.
Jackson in hysterics without MG, that he freaks out anytime any of the staff approach him. The pulse ox and breathing treatment didn't help that.
My brother calls back about 30 minutes later saying the restaurant found MG under the table and they will hold him until we come back. Hallelujah!
Jackson responds well to the meds, so we don't have to stay overnight. We hop in the car and head straight back to Noodles and MG is sitting on a shelf behind the counter. Jackson yells, "Monkey George was waiting for you!" The look of relief on his face was so sweet. I tell the cashier, "We're here for the monkey" and he starts to laugh.
We get home and Jameson says, "Did we leave MG at Meatballs, Mom?"
Alls well that ends well.
Object du Jour: MG
We eat lunch, J had a cup and some crackers and decide to walk up the street to the ice cream shop. As we're walking, J starts coughing and within seconds, he's barking, wheezing and retracting. I scoop him up and run to my car, toss Jameson's car seat into my brother's car and head to the Chateau.
It was a packed house for a Saturday afternoon. The ONLY good thing about breathing issues is that we get VIP service to the front of the line.
We're taken back to a room and a med student comes and asks a bunch of questions. The nurse comes in and starts to administer the breathing treatment which I mistakenly assume to be a Racemic Epi. Jackson barks and the nurse says, "Does he have croup?" I say, "Yes, that's what he's usally dx with when we come in." The nurse whips off the mask and says that she's giving him the wrong medication based on the med student's dx of asthma. At least we figured it out early.
This is about the time I realize (or should I say Jackson realizes) MG is not with us. I didn't remember seeing him in car, so I call my brother and ask him to call the restaurant. They say the don't have him, but my brother gives them his number in case they find him.
Jackson in hysterics without MG, that he freaks out anytime any of the staff approach him. The pulse ox and breathing treatment didn't help that.
My brother calls back about 30 minutes later saying the restaurant found MG under the table and they will hold him until we come back. Hallelujah!
Jackson responds well to the meds, so we don't have to stay overnight. We hop in the car and head straight back to Noodles and MG is sitting on a shelf behind the counter. Jackson yells, "Monkey George was waiting for you!" The look of relief on his face was so sweet. I tell the cashier, "We're here for the monkey" and he starts to laugh.
We get home and Jameson says, "Did we leave MG at Meatballs, Mom?"
Alls well that ends well.
Object du Jour: MG
10.13.2011
Baseball!
wow.
I missed a whole month! In that time, J has started first grade and finished the baseball season.
School is going well so far! For the most part, he's excited to go and they tell me he's happy most days.
Jackson's strongest subject at school is spelling. He's gotten 90% on his first three tests! I'm nervous about this week's test because most of the words are four letters and he wasn't thrilled about spelling them for me. It's really amazing to me that he just learns the letters from me spelling them to him and reading simple stories that contain the spelling words in them. He then takes the tests at school orally because his writing isn't close to a first grade level yet.
New this is year is homework. J was really excited the first few times and now he runs from me when I tell him we have homework to do. We have to do most of it hand over hand, but he's brought little trinkets home every week for having his work done at the end of the week.
We have his first parent/teacher conference tonight. We'll see how it goes!
He's still getting to swim every week with the adaptive phy ed teacher and classroom aide once a week. They said yesterday he kicked around the pool on his own with a floatie thing around his waist holding on to a pool noodle. Never thought I'd see the day!
Baseball ended so well! He wasn't happy to be there at first and then it got to the point where he was asking daily to "run the bases." I think it helped that after the first few games his buddies were always Vicky on Tuesdays and Mike on Saturdays. They were both so good with him. There was an award ceremony at the last game and Jackson got his first trophy! 7 years ago, if someone told me my kid with "trisomy 4p" was going to someday earn a baseball trophy, I wouldn't have believed it!
Eating is still chugging along. The State (in their infinite wisdom) decreased Jackson's feeding therapy from 1 time per week to 1 time per month. My 7 year old is mainly existing on baby food and formula. We're hoping that for the next eligibility period we can get them to up it, at least a little.
Object du Jour: MG and tons of plastic letters.
School is going well so far! For the most part, he's excited to go and they tell me he's happy most days.
Jackson's strongest subject at school is spelling. He's gotten 90% on his first three tests! I'm nervous about this week's test because most of the words are four letters and he wasn't thrilled about spelling them for me. It's really amazing to me that he just learns the letters from me spelling them to him and reading simple stories that contain the spelling words in them. He then takes the tests at school orally because his writing isn't close to a first grade level yet.
New this is year is homework. J was really excited the first few times and now he runs from me when I tell him we have homework to do. We have to do most of it hand over hand, but he's brought little trinkets home every week for having his work done at the end of the week.
We have his first parent/teacher conference tonight. We'll see how it goes!
He's still getting to swim every week with the adaptive phy ed teacher and classroom aide once a week. They said yesterday he kicked around the pool on his own with a floatie thing around his waist holding on to a pool noodle. Never thought I'd see the day!
Baseball ended so well! He wasn't happy to be there at first and then it got to the point where he was asking daily to "run the bases." I think it helped that after the first few games his buddies were always Vicky on Tuesdays and Mike on Saturdays. They were both so good with him. There was an award ceremony at the last game and Jackson got his first trophy! 7 years ago, if someone told me my kid with "trisomy 4p" was going to someday earn a baseball trophy, I wouldn't have believed it!
Eating is still chugging along. The State (in their infinite wisdom) decreased Jackson's feeding therapy from 1 time per week to 1 time per month. My 7 year old is mainly existing on baby food and formula. We're hoping that for the next eligibility period we can get them to up it, at least a little.
Object du Jour: MG and tons of plastic letters.
8.30.2011
Game 4
Words cannot express how proud I am of Jackson. He did so incredibly well tonight. He had a new buddy tonight; Mike said he had to miss some Tuesday games. I was a bit nervous about how Jackson would handle the change. His new buddy for the night, Kelly, is a Kindergarten teacher, so she knew what to do. She had to chase him a bit, but he swung the bat with little help, ran the bases with some help to stay on track and there were no tears at all. I love this kid.
This is a busy week. Check up tomorrow for J and then he starts first grade on Thursday. This summer went so fast.
Object du Jour: MG and some binoculars.
This is a busy week. Check up tomorrow for J and then he starts first grade on Thursday. This summer went so fast.
Object du Jour: MG and some binoculars.
8.24.2011
Game two.
Jackson had his second game yesterday. Max wasn't there. I really hope we didn't scare him off. J had a new buddy, Mike, who handled J
like a pro and Randy and I didnt need to take the field at all.
For this game, they started out with the players lining up along the baseline for the National Anthem. Then each player's name and hometown was announced before every bat. It was very professional.
We decided that J is an awesome "utility player." He played every field position in one inning. Even Prince Fielder can't do that!
Jackson has been asking to go to school daily and asking for the teachers who left. Hopefully, all will go well when he gets to school next week and meets the new teachers.
Next Wednesday, J has his 7 year check up and Thursday, school starts.
Object du Jour: MG and the letter X.
like a pro and Randy and I didnt need to take the field at all.
For this game, they started out with the players lining up along the baseline for the National Anthem. Then each player's name and hometown was announced before every bat. It was very professional.
We decided that J is an awesome "utility player." He played every field position in one inning. Even Prince Fielder can't do that!
Jackson has been asking to go to school daily and asking for the teachers who left. Hopefully, all will go well when he gets to school next week and meets the new teachers.
Next Wednesday, J has his 7 year check up and Thursday, school starts.
Object du Jour: MG and the letter X.
8.23.2011
Crap.
Four boys went on a wagon ride last night and only three returned. BUMG is gone. Looks like back to Target I go.
Object du Jour: An orange plastic letter X. There is a nuclear meltdown if it gets misplaced. At least we still have original MG.
Object du Jour: An orange plastic letter X. There is a nuclear meltdown if it gets misplaced. At least we still have original MG.
8.22.2011
Monkey George is broken.
He's on to us. We have two MGs. We got the second after two ugly episodes. The first was when J threw up on MG and couldn't sleep until he was clean from the dryer. The second was when MG stowed away in the back seat of the car while Daddy was driving to Chicago. That was a rough night. I went to Target and got BUMG (Back up Monkey George).
When MG gets dirty and can pretty much stand up by himself, he gets tossed in the washer and BUMG comes out. J can totally tell the difference between dirty, smelly MG and clean, Downy fresh MG. And, it's not pretty.
For at least an hour after BUMG comes out, he's kicked and thrown around and I'm told over and over that, "MG is broken." He told me this morning, "Don't want MG with a broken mouth." Hmmmm, that's a new one. When I said, "OK, I'll put him away," he immediately said, "I want MG."
So, he's torn. I much prefer fluffy, clean MG, but J prefers stinky, dirty MG. He's currently standing on MG watching Curious George on TV. I guess whatever it takes.
Object du Jour: The new pop sensation: MG and the BLUE harmonica.
When MG gets dirty and can pretty much stand up by himself, he gets tossed in the washer and BUMG comes out. J can totally tell the difference between dirty, smelly MG and clean, Downy fresh MG. And, it's not pretty.
For at least an hour after BUMG comes out, he's kicked and thrown around and I'm told over and over that, "MG is broken." He told me this morning, "Don't want MG with a broken mouth." Hmmmm, that's a new one. When I said, "OK, I'll put him away," he immediately said, "I want MG."
So, he's torn. I much prefer fluffy, clean MG, but J prefers stinky, dirty MG. He's currently standing on MG watching Curious George on TV. I guess whatever it takes.
Object du Jour: The new pop sensation: MG and the BLUE harmonica.
8.21.2011
Turns out, Tom Hanks was wrong....
There IS crying in baseball.
Jackson had his first game yesterday. It was raining pretty hard when we got to the field, so we weren't sure if the game was even going to happen. J figured out where we were and started yelling, "Run the bases!" I thought all was going to be hunky dory. Buzzzz, wrong answer, thanks for playing.
The Brewers were out in the field first. J was paired with his buddy Max, a high schooler, who was talked into coming by his older brother. Bless his heart. Poor Max chased J all over the outfield and tried engaging him as much as he could. Then J decided to just walk off the field. He saw me and started to cry. So, Daddy went out onto the field with Max and J. It went pretty well after that (with a lot of chasing done by all). Even though J wanted nothing to do with any balls that came his way.
Then the Brewers were up to bat. J didn't want to wear the batting helmet. Fine. So, Monkey George, Max and Daddy helped J bat and then he finally got to run the bases and score! Hooray!
Then, ugh, back to fielding again. He cried and didn't want anything to do with going back out there. So, this time I went out with him. I tried telling him that Corey Hart's mommy doesn't hold him in the outfield. Yeah, no dice. He screamed, he cried, "I want to get in Daddy's car!" Poor Max just stood there with his hands in his pockets. He did try many times to engage J and I do give him major props for trying.
To be fair, J wasn't the only one having a tough time. One child kept yelling, "GET OFF ME!" at his buddy. Another got just past first base, sat down and refused to get up. Another wandered the field when his team was up to bat with his buddy trailing behind.
But, some of the kids were so darned excited to play! Whether they were in walkers or wheelchairs, they were out there doing it! Some batted off a tee, some were pitched to, and some like J, just skipped batting all together and just ran the bases with Monkey George, Max and Daddy all running behind.
What was so wonderful was the support the kids got when they were up to bat! The director announced each child's name when they came up to bat and the crowd cheered, "Go Jackson, way to go!" J and all the other kiddos got many, many hi-fives, pats on the back and words of encouragement.
So, I think the first game went pretty well, all things considered. I'm hoping this will just be a learning curve for J and once he knows what to expect, he'll be OK. I know I can't wait to do it again, the jury is still out on J, even though he woke up this morning asking to run the bases.
Object du Jour: MG and the pink harmonica. (Sound like a pop group!)
Jackson had his first game yesterday. It was raining pretty hard when we got to the field, so we weren't sure if the game was even going to happen. J figured out where we were and started yelling, "Run the bases!" I thought all was going to be hunky dory. Buzzzz, wrong answer, thanks for playing.
The Brewers were out in the field first. J was paired with his buddy Max, a high schooler, who was talked into coming by his older brother. Bless his heart. Poor Max chased J all over the outfield and tried engaging him as much as he could. Then J decided to just walk off the field. He saw me and started to cry. So, Daddy went out onto the field with Max and J. It went pretty well after that (with a lot of chasing done by all). Even though J wanted nothing to do with any balls that came his way.
Then the Brewers were up to bat. J didn't want to wear the batting helmet. Fine. So, Monkey George, Max and Daddy helped J bat and then he finally got to run the bases and score! Hooray!
Then, ugh, back to fielding again. He cried and didn't want anything to do with going back out there. So, this time I went out with him. I tried telling him that Corey Hart's mommy doesn't hold him in the outfield. Yeah, no dice. He screamed, he cried, "I want to get in Daddy's car!" Poor Max just stood there with his hands in his pockets. He did try many times to engage J and I do give him major props for trying.
To be fair, J wasn't the only one having a tough time. One child kept yelling, "GET OFF ME!" at his buddy. Another got just past first base, sat down and refused to get up. Another wandered the field when his team was up to bat with his buddy trailing behind.
But, some of the kids were so darned excited to play! Whether they were in walkers or wheelchairs, they were out there doing it! Some batted off a tee, some were pitched to, and some like J, just skipped batting all together and just ran the bases with Monkey George, Max and Daddy all running behind.
What was so wonderful was the support the kids got when they were up to bat! The director announced each child's name when they came up to bat and the crowd cheered, "Go Jackson, way to go!" J and all the other kiddos got many, many hi-fives, pats on the back and words of encouragement.
So, I think the first game went pretty well, all things considered. I'm hoping this will just be a learning curve for J and once he knows what to expect, he'll be OK. I know I can't wait to do it again, the jury is still out on J, even though he woke up this morning asking to run the bases.
Object du Jour: MG and the pink harmonica. (Sound like a pop group!)
8.19.2011
Read this.
http://www.schuylersmonsterblog.com/2011/05/just-word.html?spref=fb
I don't know how to do that fancy clicky linky thingy. But, what I do know is what is written in that link is the most articulate piece I've ever read on why it's not appropriate to use the "R" word.
I don't know how to do that fancy clicky linky thingy. But, what I do know is what is written in that link is the most articulate piece I've ever read on why it's not appropriate to use the "R" word.
8.16.2011
Announcing the newest member of the Crew....
Jackson! We went to the Miracle League field tonight to check it out and pick up J's uniform.
He was acting really squirrely in the car and I think it's because he knew we were going somewhere for him, but he didn't know what to expect. He kept covering his face with Monkey George and asking me to play "AAA" on "Mommy's Green iPod" over and over. (AAA is Vampire Weekend's song "A-Punk, I'm pretty sure he's into it strictly for the alphabet reference.)
We got to the field and checked-in. Jackson was given a Brewers jersey (#3 Betancourt) and a hat. The bigger kids got Phillies jerseys. Nothing against Philly, but I'm glad J's a peanut! ;)
The kids got to run around the bases, which J loved! He kept yelling, "Run the bases, tag up!" He stepped back and watched the other kids, most were wearing their jerseys, and said, "Want to wear the shirt." I put his shirt and hat on him and off he went. That gave my heart a little squeeze! He looked like such a big boy!
There is such a wide range of abilities in the kids. Some have walkers, some wheelchairs, some walk independently. I can't wait to get started; they were all so excited to be on the field!
The director gave a little speech thanking everyone for coming and Jackson is yelling, "Want to have the microphone!" People around us were giggling. Only my kid.
Go Crew (big and little!)
Object du Jour: I cleaned out an air vent today. I found: a crayon, a penny, the letter x, a peg for the pegboard, 8 Fisher Price apples for the town, the plug for the piggy bank and a Matchbox car. All because J screamed need the X for a half and hour until I finally figured out what and where he was talking about. Good Times.
He was acting really squirrely in the car and I think it's because he knew we were going somewhere for him, but he didn't know what to expect. He kept covering his face with Monkey George and asking me to play "AAA" on "Mommy's Green iPod" over and over. (AAA is Vampire Weekend's song "A-Punk, I'm pretty sure he's into it strictly for the alphabet reference.)
We got to the field and checked-in. Jackson was given a Brewers jersey (#3 Betancourt) and a hat. The bigger kids got Phillies jerseys. Nothing against Philly, but I'm glad J's a peanut! ;)
The kids got to run around the bases, which J loved! He kept yelling, "Run the bases, tag up!" He stepped back and watched the other kids, most were wearing their jerseys, and said, "Want to wear the shirt." I put his shirt and hat on him and off he went. That gave my heart a little squeeze! He looked like such a big boy!
There is such a wide range of abilities in the kids. Some have walkers, some wheelchairs, some walk independently. I can't wait to get started; they were all so excited to be on the field!
The director gave a little speech thanking everyone for coming and Jackson is yelling, "Want to have the microphone!" People around us were giggling. Only my kid.
Go Crew (big and little!)
Object du Jour: I cleaned out an air vent today. I found: a crayon, a penny, the letter x, a peg for the pegboard, 8 Fisher Price apples for the town, the plug for the piggy bank and a Matchbox car. All because J screamed need the X for a half and hour until I finally figured out what and where he was talking about. Good Times.
8.12.2011
Cover the shylish!!
OK. This refusing to eat if my mole, scar or shylish (toe nail polish) is getting out of control, so I called the feeding team's Behavioral Psych for backup. He told me to give him 15 minutes to eat or be fed and if he continues to refuse he's done until the next meal. Oh, boy. This could get ugly.
Jackson is a grazer. He will munch on things all day long, but never really finish anything. This isn't helping him with his weight at all. So, I also talked to the BP about getting some menu planning going. I need help to plan meals for him that meet his caloric and nutritional needs as well as his pickiness. I need a schedule. I just need help. So, he's going to put Jackson on the team meeting schedule for Tuesday and then he'll call with some ideas.
G-tube update. I asked the VNA if there was anything other brands I could try, nope. So, she said I could try MIC-key extensions, instead of AMT extensions with my Tuesday delivery. No leaks or disconnects all three nights since we got them. Hmmmm. I don't understand why we can have the MIC-key extensions, but not the button. At least we had a pretty dry week, I'll take it! I found out what AMT stands for: A Mess Tonight! Thanks for the laugh Debbie! I needed it!
Next week, Jackson will be starting baseball with the Miracle League. It's a baseball league for kids 4-18 with disabilities. The field is rubberized for safety. Each kid gets a buddy that helps them bat, field and navigate the bases. I can't wait for him to start. My guess is that he's not going to be happy for the first few games, but I really hope he ends up liking it!
Object du Jour: A bag of clothespins from Ikea. You can clip 'em to anything! Good times.
Jackson is a grazer. He will munch on things all day long, but never really finish anything. This isn't helping him with his weight at all. So, I also talked to the BP about getting some menu planning going. I need help to plan meals for him that meet his caloric and nutritional needs as well as his pickiness. I need a schedule. I just need help. So, he's going to put Jackson on the team meeting schedule for Tuesday and then he'll call with some ideas.
G-tube update. I asked the VNA if there was anything other brands I could try, nope. So, she said I could try MIC-key extensions, instead of AMT extensions with my Tuesday delivery. No leaks or disconnects all three nights since we got them. Hmmmm. I don't understand why we can have the MIC-key extensions, but not the button. At least we had a pretty dry week, I'll take it! I found out what AMT stands for: A Mess Tonight! Thanks for the laugh Debbie! I needed it!
Next week, Jackson will be starting baseball with the Miracle League. It's a baseball league for kids 4-18 with disabilities. The field is rubberized for safety. Each kid gets a buddy that helps them bat, field and navigate the bases. I can't wait for him to start. My guess is that he's not going to be happy for the first few games, but I really hope he ends up liking it!
Object du Jour: A bag of clothespins from Ikea. You can clip 'em to anything! Good times.
8.11.2011
Coffee and Genetics and a Magnifying Glass!
Can I just say I love my Genetics team? Dr. B is awesome and the genetics counselor is pretty cool too!
We had a nice discussion about J and how wonderfully he's doing. We talked about moles and feeding and the wonder of chromosomes and Monkey George. They also let Jameson have a Reader's Digest, a Snoopy sticker and 3 paper measuring tapes, for keeps!
They both gave me their e-mails so if I come across any questions from the blog that are posed to me, I can call for back up or if I have any questions with anything going on with J.
Jackson came running to me yelling, "Get the coffee!" He threw the coffee pot half full of coffee down the stairs and it dumped all over the landing. At least it wasn't hot. I've learned to unplug the coffee pot as soon as I make it and then just warm my coffee in the microwave. He's also fascinated with coffee grounds and has held his own ticker tape parade in the kitchen with grounds right from the container. My vacuum cleaner smells like Starbucks.
He's taken the spell things up a notch. I now have to spell into a magnifying glass which then sends J into fits of giggles.
Object du Jour: MG for the doctor visit and the magnifying glass the rest of the afternoon.
We had a nice discussion about J and how wonderfully he's doing. We talked about moles and feeding and the wonder of chromosomes and Monkey George. They also let Jameson have a Reader's Digest, a Snoopy sticker and 3 paper measuring tapes, for keeps!
They both gave me their e-mails so if I come across any questions from the blog that are posed to me, I can call for back up or if I have any questions with anything going on with J.
Jackson came running to me yelling, "Get the coffee!" He threw the coffee pot half full of coffee down the stairs and it dumped all over the landing. At least it wasn't hot. I've learned to unplug the coffee pot as soon as I make it and then just warm my coffee in the microwave. He's also fascinated with coffee grounds and has held his own ticker tape parade in the kitchen with grounds right from the container. My vacuum cleaner smells like Starbucks.
He's taken the spell things up a notch. I now have to spell into a magnifying glass which then sends J into fits of giggles.
Object du Jour: MG for the doctor visit and the magnifying glass the rest of the afternoon.
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