It was 19 years ago today that my grandpa passed away, Mike Myers. And my mom says no, he wasn't the scary dude from Halloween and wasn't Austin Powers!
It's strange to think that I'll never get to meet him. If he was half as crazy as my mom is I know he would've been so much fun! So grandpa, I'm thinking of you today. And I know my mom and family are, too.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Therapy, therapy, therapy
OK, so it's not like poor little Dylee didn't go through enough with his plagiocephaly and torticollis and all the therapy, but now he's having trouble with his speech (or lack thereof). He had a frenectomy at the beginning of October. The hope was that once he'd have more mobility with his tongue that he'd begin saying some real words. He recovered very well and very quickly from the surgery ... however, no words. Zilch. Nada.
Oh, we also thought that he'd 'find' his tongue and start to stick it out after the surgery. Bryan's been waiting for Dylan to be able to lick his eyebrows or something. Again, nada. Zilch. Zero. Here we were waiting for this magical surgery and felt totally let down by it.
So, we began speech therapy on October 23. Miss Amanda, our speech therapist, comes to our home twice a week and works with Dylan. She does very structured play and tries to reinforce her words, signs and his behavior. I'm still not sure how you do speech therapy with a 22 month old or what sort of changes I should be seeing.
I think he's just working on his own schedule and doesn't want to start off with words like juice, outside or shoes. He's going to jump to full-on, grammatically correct sentences. Right? Right.
Oh, we also thought that he'd 'find' his tongue and start to stick it out after the surgery. Bryan's been waiting for Dylan to be able to lick his eyebrows or something. Again, nada. Zilch. Zero. Here we were waiting for this magical surgery and felt totally let down by it.
So, we began speech therapy on October 23. Miss Amanda, our speech therapist, comes to our home twice a week and works with Dylan. She does very structured play and tries to reinforce her words, signs and his behavior. I'm still not sure how you do speech therapy with a 22 month old or what sort of changes I should be seeing.
I think he's just working on his own schedule and doesn't want to start off with words like juice, outside or shoes. He's going to jump to full-on, grammatically correct sentences. Right? Right.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Halloween!
I struggled to come up with a clever idea for Dylan's Halloween costume this year. Since he's not talking yet it's hard to figure out exactly what he likes and doesn't like. However, one thing is clear: he's obsessed with the movie Happy Feet. From the first time he saw the movie he started dancing just like the main character, Mumble. Whenever he hears music or any sort of rhythm he begins dancing. So a penguin was a natural choice for his Halloween costume!
Going to the first house was very exciting - once I convinced him to put on the complete suit ... with the feet! He quickly learned to take a piece of candy, put it in his cool bag (probably his favorite part) do his Happy Feet Dance, wave bye-bye and move on to the next house. He was disappointed when he walked up to our front door and no one gave him any candy!
And the end of the night is never very pretty, is it? After the trick or treating was done and the sugar buzz was starting to wear off he was EXHAUSTED!
Going to the first house was very exciting - once I convinced him to put on the complete suit ... with the feet! He quickly learned to take a piece of candy, put it in his cool bag (probably his favorite part) do his Happy Feet Dance, wave bye-bye and move on to the next house. He was disappointed when he walked up to our front door and no one gave him any candy!
And the end of the night is never very pretty, is it? After the trick or treating was done and the sugar buzz was starting to wear off he was EXHAUSTED!
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