January 2009 Archives

Still Working on the Picture Thing

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BUT... a lot has been happening, so I wanted to post.

Samantha is now seeing a new feeding therapist and a speech therapist.  They are fantastic, and her eating and language adoption are both moving forward by leaps and bounds.  This week she has added:


Small chunks of squash and of mango

Several new flavors of baby foods

Teddy Grahams

She will occasionally help with the spoon

She no longer appears to totally fear food.  She will help me peel a banana (for me... she won't eat it), and she occasionally tries a bite of safe-seeming foods like crackers and cookies of various kinds.



"All 'g'" - for all gone


She will finish little songs with me, like E-I-E-I- "O" and Winnie the "P..." (we're working toward "Pooh", but for now I'll take "P"!)

And her b's and d's are slowly returning!


Next Weds we are scheduled to pick up her Sure Steps, which are light-weight, flexible plastic foot/ankle braces that we hope will make her feel much more comfortable standing and perhaps even get her walking!  To be honest, though, I am not 100% counting on this one actually happening as scheduled -- my due date is the 29th.  We'll keep you posted!

An Awesome Day!

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I am trying to resolve a server space issue, and until I do, no new photos.  But... I just had to share the spectacular day we are having on all theraputic fronts.

Samantha weighed in this morning at 20 lb 15 oz, the heaviest she's been since I bought the scale before Thanksgiving.  Then, she happily ate fruit for breakfast (she hasn't eaten fruit in any quantity since some time in August).  When she went down for nap, she was babbling "ba ba ba ba ba" over the monitor for an extended period - Sam doesn't normally babble repeated syllables, which is apparently a key language development step.

This afternoon, we played with the sandbox, and while she still wouldn't put her feet (or other body parts) in the box, she was gleefully crowing "Di!", "Di!" and flinging sand everywhere with her shovel -- she had it in her pants, in her shirt, in her hair, everywhere.  I assume "Di" meant "Dig", and it was also the clearest "D" I've heard from her in a while. 

Then she wiped bubbles on her shirt a few times and was just sticky, sandy, and disgusting.  I changed my daughter's clothes because she got dirty playing outside for the first time EVER.  Those of you who feel the laundry never ends are in shock, I'm sure, but let me tell you -- it felt GREAT.

I feel like I should go to bed now, under the adage of "quit while you're ahead".  OK, maybe I'm also moved in that direction by being 8+ months pregnant.  Whatever.  That's all for now, it's nap time.

The Perils of Ch

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Sam has a stuffed chicken.  We've never really named it, so her dad and I call it "Chicken".  Lately, Samantha has become increasingly fond of Chicken, and he has taken to sleeping in the crib with her.  They are spending a great deal of time together.  She calls him "Ch".  At some point recently, Ch slipped out of the crib and went AWOL for a little while.

Yesterday, I was feeding Sam.  The OT urges me to be sure she always knows what she's eating, so with every bite of baby food I was telling her "Chicken".  Suddenly, her eyes got really wide and she announced "Ch"!  Pleased, I said, "That's right Samantha!  This is CHICKEN."  She pointed at the jar and repeated "Ch!" very urgently.  She would not eat another bite.


She was quite relieved when Daddy retrieved Chicken from behind the bed at her next nap.  The toy or the food will henceforth be called Pollo.  I am sincerely hoping she has not now figured out the link between animals and food.  That's a tough topic to explain to somebody who's less than 2.