Today was a little hectic. Trevor was just antsy and itching to get out of baby jail so I took him to IKEA to try to get Bill a new desk chair for in the office. (Turns out the one we wanted was out of stock! grr!)
Because we were out late in the morning, I decided to have lunch with Trevor at the store. He doesn’t get to eat at restaurants really (or stores). He loved his swedish meatballs and french fries and he didn’t get a drop of ketchup on his shirt.
He was yearning to go over to the play area with two other little boys. But the big built in toy things just screamed dirty yucky germs and I couldn’t do it. I hate living in fear of illness, but after the last few months we have had, it just isn’t worth it. Poor Trevor.
Brendan was hanging out at home, putting some CD’s in his boom box. It has always been one of his favorite toys.
Brendan continues to explore the use of his tongue. He is silly.
He was happy to see Trevor home. They had some good play time today.
The boys took a really long bath together. Trevor was in first alone and then through Brendan’s whole bath. His fingers and toes got so wrinkled that he just kept staring at them and touching them like they were funny.
We had an amazing thing happen for Trevor tonight. During his bath, he started to make signs like he was about to poop. I whipped him out of the tub and on to his potty chair just in time. He made poops in his potty!!!
He was a little confused I think as I made a huge deal about poops and clapped and cheered. I don’t think there was any magical connection made with him, but he definitely was thinking about the whole process and looking at me trying to figure out what just happened. Every little bit helps.
Brendan had his new “therapy” again today. It was well beyond frustrating and I am just about fed up with all of it. What kind of team leader who is supposed to magically cover all of his areas of needs shows up at our home for the second time without having read his IFSP? She didn’t remember a thing about Brendan from the last visit, assumed lots of incorrect things about him, didn’t make a note about anything I told her, and didn’t have anything useful to contribute other than the same old crap we have been doing with him from the start. Our nurse today has worked with lots of therapists and was just blown away at how unprepared and unprofessional this one was. Apologies for the ranting, but I really want the best help for Brendan and this was a huge waste of time.
We continue to send our love and healing thoughts to Aunt Letty and Uncle Rich and family and hope for a quick release from the hospital.
It sounds like you need to get a new therapy team leader. It sounds beyond frustrating. I hope there is some way they can send someone different, if for no other reason than a personality conflict. As you said, you want the best help for Brendan, and this isn’t it. Good luck getting it worked out.
Funny how Brendan “discovered” his tongue! He looks like a little puppy! 🙂 It’s nice that the boys had a nice playtime and bath together.
I don’t blame you for being a little paranoid about the germs in public play areas. Every time Kayla and Ashley played in the castle at the mall, they got sick…no coincidence when it was every time.
Today I got to see Great-grand Aunt Honey from Tennessee. Cousin Bill and his wife brought her for Great-grand Aunt Lillian’s birthday. They picked up Great-Grandma to go for lunch at her house. She is 93!! Happy Birthday, Aunt Lillian!
Lots of love,
Gramma
Good Morning from the East Coast!! Whew!! So glad that when I am catching up on blogs that the boys are doing well!! Trevor, you are maturing so fast. I look at your pictures a see a little boy, even toddler-hood seems to be passing by!! Wow!! just love, the “Tuesday” picture. Have an idea, if Trevor is having a nutsy day, just tell him that it is Tuesday, bet he would wait all day for Mr. Garbage Truck and peace would prevail???!!!.Brendan, you tell Mom to ditch that therapist!! Tell her that you are trying so hard to catch up to Trevor and that therapist is not helping!! Good luck on that…I know Mom will take care of it for you!! Thanks for the well wishes for Uncle Rich!!! Prayers, much love and hugs!!!
You have every right to be frustrated and rant about the therapist, and it sounds like you need a new one. Not reading the IFSP? That’s her JOB. Which she is obviously not doing. Looks like Trevor had an awesome field trip! I can confirm that those play areas in public places are just riddled with rotovirus type diseases – tummy and intestinal bugs. The girls realized as they got older why I would not let them play, and now they point that out to me when we pass one =). Yay for Trevor’s first “official” potty poop! He might not get the connection right now, but he is a sharp little cookie. Catch him a few more times and he will make the connection. We sweetened the deal for the girls with 1/2 of an Andes Candies when they were successful. Worked wonders…..but also created a mint chocolate obsessed kid to this day….hmmm….
😮 🙂 🙂 Glad I wasn’t there for the “Therapy session”. The boys would have learned a few new “Expletive deleted es” from their granddad. Hope that situation 🙁 changes for the better, 😮 soon!! 🙂
Boys, lesson: – – Didn’t read the IFSP 😮 again !!! 😮 really ? “Sometimes”…..not very often, but….”sometimes”, a “Rant” is justified,…… and necessary.
” and he didn’t get a drop of ketchup on his shirt “, Nicely done Trevor !! 🙂 🙂
So, Thursdays are our garbage day. Steve was out mowing the lawn and saw our neighbor outside with their 2 boys, 2 1/2 and 18 months. Apparently the older one, Lucas, is another little boy who is a fan of garbage trucks. We didn’t know, but he has his own chair that he sits in on Thursdays to wait for the garbage truck to arrive, when it does, he runs to help the man. Steve got a big kick out of this and said he understood Lucas’ excitement because we have a nephew who also loves garge day. We need to get these 2 together so they can both help the garbage man. How cute would that be?!