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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas!

Isaac gave me exactly what I wanted for Christmas - lots of independent walking! He has been very steady on his feet since yesterday morning, and is walking longer distances than ever. We're still talking "halfway across the kitchen" and not a 10k fun run, but he's definitely getting the hang of it.

We all have awful colds, so it's a very mellow, not-infecting-others kind of Christmas for us.

later addition: the best part of today was probably watching Isaac investigate the big box of packing peanuts my parents sent. Of course, there were awesome presents inside as well, but the peanuts were a total thrill and he spent a long time sitting in the box and throwing the peanuts out. The time I spent cleaning up afterwards (all hail the dustbuster!) was so worth it.

Merry Christmas!

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

this just makes me happy

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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

This may be the only time anyone ever describes Isaac's brain as Normal, so let's savor the moment, shall we?

The Neurologist just called to tell us that everything was normal on Isaac's MRI! So we're done with that whole line of inquiry, which was entirely too scary for me to even wrap my head around.

He is home today with Random Toddler Crud, Snot Division, and I'm home with him since I think I may be getting it, too. He feels well enough to lay waste to the house, anyway.

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Monday, December 08, 2008

two years!

Today is the two-year anniversary of bringing Isaac home from the hospital!

In current-day news, we now have An Actual Plan for Isaac. He's going to go to a special preschool three mornings a week starting in January, where there will be a speech therapist and a physical therapist and occupational therapists, and they'll work with him and with us (it's parent participation-style preschool, so one of us will attend with him). It sounds like it's going to be really good for him, and the therapists can refer him for more one-on-one time if they think he would benefit from more intensive work after observing him at the school.

Last Thursday, we had to take Isaac for the MRI his neurologist ordered. I was a total stressball about it from the moment it was scheduled, mostly because he needed to be sedated (holding still not being one of Isaac's hobbies). But it wasn't too bad; he couldn't eat after midnight (insert Gremlins joke here) so he was hungry and grumpy that morning, but really he was nicer about the whole thing than I probably would have been. I hate hate hated watching them put the mask on him to put him under. Dennis and I went to the waiting room, where I stress-knit. He was a little groggy when they brought him back to us, but alert enough to grab for the snack I offered him. By the time we got home, he was happy and went straight to playing. We'll hear back from the neurologist soon with the results, but I'm not expecting anything alarming.

I have a biggish empty Amazon box in the kitchen, which Gracie thinks is just for her. Of course, this means that Isaac has a fabulous Cat In A Box toy. From Gracie's perspective, I think it's something like: la la la la I'm sleeping in my box happy happy ARRRRGH GODZILLA! Poor Gracie. Bea pretty much gets ignored by Isaac (maybe because she picks her napping spots more intelligently, favoring no-boy-zones like Dennis' office), but he thinks Gracie is comedy gold.

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