Well, I’ve decided that if I’m ever going to get this blog going, I need to just start posting about our days, and try adding details of our history later.
So, to that end…
Little Brother (LB) had physical therapy today. He’s been trying to sit up (from laying down) on his own all week. He can get part of the way up, but then falls back down. That’s one of the things we worked on today in therapy. We’re also still trying to get him to bear more weight through his hands in order that he can *hopefully* start crawling. He’ll get up on all fours and start rocking, but still leans too much to the back. Ms. T, his PT, was impressed with how much he had improved this past week, and what he was trying to do on his own.
Therapy is never ending. Each letter on the wall had a different texture.
After we got home, he was tooling around in his walker chasing the dogs, as usual. At one point, he found Kassie (the leader and oldest) on her chair and got up right next to her. Then, lo and behold, he reaches out with his left hand and starts petting her on the head and giggling!! She was very patient and put up with it for about 4 strokes then decided she’d had enough and hopped down and went to another room. Now, this may not seem like any big deal, but it is for him!!! He is 13 months old, has delayed development, appears to have a weakness in his arms (well, maybe not a weakness exactly, but a disconnect between his brain and his arms/hands), and seems to have sensory issues with his hands (at least, maybe other limbs, too). He has only recently begun reaching for anything, and even then, it’s usually a single swipe in the general direction of what he was looking at. To have him make contact with what he was aiming for, plus do it multiple times in a row, is nothing short of incredible! He was so proud of himself as he should have been.
On to Big Brother (BB)…He’s been a pistol at times lately, but I hear that goes with the territory of being 4. He’s also been extremely cute and loving. I guess it’s just an age of extremes. Today he was playing with Daddy and came up with a new game. Daddy was practicing his juggling while BB was watching. BB would say “3, 2, 1, Go!!” and that was Daddy’s cue to begin juggling. Whenever Daddy would drop a beanbag, BB would say “Game Over!” Well, one time Daddy said “3, 2, 1, Go!” and started juggling, to which BB replied “No, Daddy!!! That’s my line!!” I have no idea where he got that from, but Noni and I just started cracking up when we heard it. It was cute.