Mister fell out of his crib.  yesterday morning.  and I was too traumatized to talk about it yesterday.  Today is a new day.  and he is fine.  so I am fine.

So, he wakes up yesterday morning at 5:20am.  He was still tired and cranky, so after a change and some milk I put him back to bed.  Usually he’ll fall back to sleep easily if he’s all yawny before 6:00am.  Not that morning.  While I was too distracted by morning chores to watch the monitor, he manages to somehow get over the side.  All I know is that I heard this tremendous BOOOOOM followed by screams to wake the dead.  My darling Little Girl breaks into matching screams, “OHMYGODISHEOKAYISHEOKAYISHEOKAY?!!!!!!!!!!!!”  My darling Big Girl starts screaming at little sister to be quiet, and I go running up the stairs three at a time praying through blind panic.  To make a long terrible story short, he was mostly fine.  He somehow cut and bruised his chin, so that was bleeding all over, but it looked much worse than it really was.  My real concern was that he was holding his neck and chest at first, but even that proved to be nothing.  He was very pathetic yesterday, whining and whimpering every time he remembered his boo-boo.  But all is right with the world today.  He is back to himself, and I know for sure his injuries are superficial, so with the dawn comes relief.  I *think* he learned a valuable lesson and don’t expect he’ll try his little trick again any time soon.  He kept pointing to his crib rail and saying, “Bang, ouch, no-no, bang, no-no.”  But you can be sure I’ll be watching that monitor like a hawk from now on. 

Boy this parenting thing is hard work.

No, this is not a post about our President who inadvertently poked fun at the handicapped!

This post is about Mister Big Boy…my darling third child…my non-eating, non-sleeping, non-talking test of my patience.  😉

As you know, Mister is now 25 months old, and I have suspected for a long time now that his speech is behind where it should be.  Being a special education teacher makes me accutely aware of developmental delays…and yet non-alarmist about those delays.  I know what is worth panicking over and what isn’t.  So I’ve waited…and I’ve watched…and we’ve worked on the words…and we’ve waited some more.  And yet, my Mommy radar has continued to blip.  His gross and fine motor skills are amazing for his age and he is one smart cookie…his receptive language is dead on and yet……his expressive language has been slow to come.

So, Mister was evaluated yesterday.  Three very nice therapists came out to the house to test him in all five areas of development.  He was SUCH a darling, and warmed up to them much more quickly than I would have predicted.  (Their secret is showing up with a giant sack filled with toys!)  They spent an hour and a half “playing” together on the floor, and when they were finished they shared test results immediately.  Turns out he’s brilliant (but, of course!  😉  )  however, he has a speech delay that warrants twice a week therapy.  The biggest concern is that he has so many sound substitutions that it sounds like he’s babbling even though he isn’t.  I’ve said all along that he speaks his own language!  The girls and Zan and I understand his language, but no one else does. 

I was very relieved!  Partly because I was vindicated.  (Is that selfish?) Everyone around us thought we were crazy to seek an evaluation…”He’s so smart, he’ll catch up.”  “He’s talking fine…what’re you worried about?”  “He’s a boy…boys are late talkers.”  “You’re a special ed teacher…you know what to do with him…you don’t need a so-called specialist.”  “His sisters talk for him, what do you expect?”  It’s comforting when concerns are validated.

I’m also relieved because he’ll get the help he needs NOW, not in Kindergarten when the gap would be so much bigger to close.  Right now, the gap is small so he should catch up quickly.  And right now he gets so frustrated when we don’t understand his needs.  I can’t wait to see him develop his language so that he can communicate with us more easily.  He wants to tell us things all the time, making observations, asking questions, but I’m never sure exactly what he is trying to say. 

They are also going to help us with his “feeding” issues.  The child has reflux, is lactose intolerant (that’s a whole story in itself) and is underweight because he’s so gosh-darn picky!!!!  He is existing on Nutri-Grain bars and whatever soy yogurt I can force feed him lately…a carrot stick now and then…Life cereal with soy cream cheese as a dip for snack.  (I am at my wit’s end.)  Apparently articulation problems and feeding problems are often related.  Who knew? 

So, our family begins a new journey together, and my son is about to have the whole world opened up to him by accessing words.  I feel a bit lighter today.

I always felt like someone was missing.  Two years ago today, God sent our missing piece.  What a blessing!