Sweep the Leg, Johnny!

The Millenium Falcon of the Two Year Old Set

Angus started speech therapy today and to break the ice between the therapist and the Angus, the Holy Grail of Toys was brought forth from the secret stash sent by Grandma Mary. Needless to say, the ice broke swifty, and the therapist succeeded in getting Angus to open up. Angus is crazy about his toy, just like we knew he would be. Thank God, too, since it was Ebayed all the way from the UK since our kid is prone to being gaga over hard-to-find or out of production toys. It would have really sucked if he was all shruggy shouldered and whatever about it. No chance.







Anyways, the child gushed on and on about all things Teletubby for the whole hour and a half the therapist was here, so she was able to do her thing and get a good assessment of what is going on. She gave us a bunch of great ideas for helping get Angus to where he needs to be with his speech and articulation and will be back again next week for round two. After she'd gone, he continued playing with the thing for 2 more hours in the same spot, completely enthralled by the Teletubby house. Later on, he tried to bring it to the dinner table. And into the bathtub. And into bed. This thing is serious business. He is heavy duty INTO it.

And with good comes good. Tonight, Angus looked out the window of the playroom and pointed to the sky and said, "Nighttime." And he said it prefectly. Nice new toy, nice new word. I ache with love for this kid.

Hands Off......My Banana

Anyone who knows us well, knows that we have a kid who can't stand food. Hates to look at it, to smell it, refuses it eat it, or taste it. He'd literally rather go hungry than eat anything other than a very few members of that food group called Tan and Bland. Oh, and it gets better! He also won't put it in his own mouth. So you have to force each bite in, begging him to do just one more and lacing what he will eat with supplements and vitamins so he won't whither and die.

You may be thinking of suggesting something to help us. Before you go off and say something along the lines of, "Oh, have you tried...." Yes. Yes, we have. Everything. A team of trained professionals is stumped. The kid has issues with food and a stubborn streak from here to the Left Coast and back. Bad combo. Yeah, he's a beautiful and fantastic little dude, but it is not all cute and silly around here. It gets ugly sometimes. Usually around dinnertimes.

But this week, Angus reached a major milestone. Actually, he hit a few of them. First, he picked up a banana and ate it. Here's the proof in this here picture. Then, he tried broccoli. Then, the next day he not only ate another banana all by himself, but also asked me for "More trees"---what we call broccoli.

Can a sister get a Hallelujah? Amen!

Deuce and His Bad Self

Noah loves the chubby, cuddly baby that is always staring back at him. Join the club, kid.

Mother's Day

Thank you, TB, for making this holiday apply to me.