Our car went BOOM.
Our ONLY car went boom.
Our only car to pick up daddy in tomorrow went boom.
Our only car to take Molly to preschool and pick up daddy in went boom.
Our only car to take Molly to preschool, K to her CF Clinic, and pick daddy up tomorrow went boom.
Have I said…
CRAP
And replaced my baby with some talking, jabbering fool!!! Not to mention a BIG girl!!
Molly TALKED at preschool!! SHE TALKED!! ALL WEEKEND she’s been talking!
Pants, Tights, Dress, Santa (sun), Mommy, Diego climb tree, belly, shirt…just for starters!!
And then there’s the JABBER she’s been doing. Just talking our ears off!!
She listens and allows me to bargain with her. She has taken much more interest in solids (good), but therefore ignores important nutrition giving bottles. Today (twice) she was refusing the sippy cup, and I bargained with her, “Do you want to go night night?” “No!” “If you aren’t going night night, you have to drink your milk.” She took it both times!!
Last night at the company party she ended up with my plate in front of her and fed herself all night…mashed potatoes and HAM (she LOVED the ham!!)!!!
It happens so fast when it does happen…it catches me so off-guard!! She is SUCH a big girl suddenly! I swear the aliens took the whispy silent creature that was my daughter and replaced her with a lively little thing that is showing me just how MUCH knowledge she absorbed in her internalized silence. The girl is smart as a whip…I think we’re going to be in TROUBLE!!
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Coming tomorrow – The BEST Christmas Cutout Cookies ever made (I’ll proved recipes at Side Dishes, too.) And the next in the line of the Geek stories…Mama Geek!!
Posted NOW over at Side Dishes – My review of Sci-fi Channel’s Tin Man. (short version-95% loved it, 5% not so much)
Okay, so I’d never ACTUALLY call my daughter that…or maybe I would…but I’m digressing.
I’m so very not used to this. Denver was (forgive me for saying) the “perfect” child. He never had terrible twos, three’s, or any age. He acts up at the start of every school year…otherwise he’s a great kid. As a child temper tantrums were VERY rare…I never feared going out in public.
Molly is silent 90% of the time. When she was a baby the overstimulation would send her screaming if we went to a restaurant…but mostly I don’t have to worry about her freaking otu in public anymore. She acts incredibly shy. And now, since she’s started preschool a new social side is coming out around people she’s familiar with.
Kennedy. Well, she’s my little B-…snot-nosed brat. And yes, I DO mean snot-nosed.
Yesterday I tried to go shopping. Little One decided she didn’t want to go shopping…much less in Old Navy. Threw a SCREAMING fit. I had her in one of those carts they have…she kept THROWING herself back into the hard plastic seat. Joy.
We left Old Navy, went to The Children’s Place (I have a thing with Children’s place I’ll have to post later)…no carts there, so she threw herself on the floor. MARVELOUS.
Today was PT. She REFUSED to do anything PT…period. Threw huge big screaming hissy fits. Threw herself on the ground. On the couch. Threw toys. Screamed. Threw her head into me.
We finally got her to do some OT activities amid screaming fits. As the therapist was writing her notes, I gave K a little backrub…she had knots from head to toe. After that…guess what? The PT started cleaning up…and K started doing PT activities!!! She was climbing the steps the PT brought.
Yeah. The Little B-…er, Little One decided NOW was a good time…
Snot nosed little brat.
Figures…with three kids I had to expect ONE of them to be a punk.
I have so many posts to make and so little time/space to do it. I feel like if I post everything I’ll overrun all of you with posts. I think there will seriously be 3 posts today on different subjects. If it’s too much, tell me. I’ll try to narrow posts down on upcoming days! (I’ve been trying in the past, but it’s tough some days!!) Anyway…onto the doctor’s appointment…
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We took K to the Orthopedist. This was on the reccommendation of our Physical Therapist. Currently K is receiving PT for hyoptonia among other issues. She wanted us to go see an Ortho just to make sure that she didn’t need further “Assistance” in overcoming the issues she’s having. (She walks like a chimpanzee, her foot turns in, her left leg is 1/4″ shorter…)
I must say that it was the shortest, most concise appointment I have ever been to out of ANY specialist that I’ve seen. There was no weight taken. No height measurement. We were taken to a room. Five minutes later the doctor came in shook our hands (PAINFULLY strong grip, BTW), and asked us what was going on. He looked over her feet and her legs, asked us to have her walk a bit for him.
After a 5-10 minute appointment he basically said nothing needed to be done. He even came close to saying that PT wasn’t required (HUH?). He said she had Tibial Torsion, and explained how she was compensating for it. He said she’d “probably” outgrow it by the time she was four. If she didn’t outgrow it by then, we’d have to take measures. He also said he believed she’d outgrow her hypotonia.
We can only hope at this point. We were in and out of the appointment in an hour. And while I felt secure that he was knowledgable, I just am not as optomistic after it as I thought I’d be. I still have a gut feeling that her issue goes beyond simple Tibial Torsion…Her hypotonia is truly what worries me…the concern that she won’t ever learn to do things the “right” way…and will spend her whole life compensating. But apparently at this age it’s yet ANOTHER waiting game…wait until she’s four and THEN worry…
Um, no…I’ll worry now, thanks.
Talk about just under the wire!!! Quick TT for today…something I learned about at the Orthopedic (more on that appointment tomorrow)
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Tibial Torsion
Tibial torsion is an inward twisting of the shin bones. Tibial torsion causes the child’s feet to turn inward, or have what is also known as a “pigeon-toed” appearance. It is typically seen among toddlers.
Tibial torsion generally corrects itself by age 4. In the rare cases that it does not correct itself, surgery may be required.
The ortho appointment is in a couple of hours. DH has the day off from work and he’s coming with (yay!). I’m extremely nervous about this one for several reasons.
1. I’m worried he’s going to say she needs braces. I know it’s not “horrible” but it’s not what I wanted for my girls.
2. It’s at the hospital that I’m iffy about…not for the docs…but for the people that run the various tests. We had some disasterous results when taking Molly for tests there…and I’m not to keen on having more tests run there.
3. It’s right at nap time *headdesk* We’re going to have some REAL happy campers.
But, I will update later with what happens!
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Also, I know I didn’t get around to the next in the series of the story of me…but I actually stayed off the puter and spent time with DH last night. We watched part 2 of the “Tin Man” miniseries…and I’m guessing we’re going to finish it off tonight. But I WILL try to continue with the next post today after the doctor’s appointment. After all I left off with “CRAP. I’m PREGNANT!!” *lol*