Saturday, September 23, 2006

Dwarves and Leprechauns

I always think of things to write when I am not near the computer. It’s been a rather busy week! I’ve been trying to digest a really long evaluation of Thane from a pediatric developmental physician, psychologist, physical therapist, speech therapist, audiologist and social worker.

I found myself sitting at my desk typing up a note to our family doctor. A bunch of medical tests were suggested and I am on the fence about some of them. I started writing and found myself saying things that I probably shouldn’t send in case they get into the little guy’s medical file.

The more I think about it, the less inclined I am to pursue the tests suggested by Dr. X. The report says at some point that it is unlikely something medical will be found, but then there is a “why don’t we see if he’s a dwarf” checklist later on. I really doubt he is a dwarf – leprechaun maybe, dwarf no. (Maybe that should be L.E.P. Recon and he can get a job in one of Eoin Colfer’s Artemis Fowl books.)

Now, I know the family doctor would get my humor because she has heard my wiseacre remarks for about 15 years now, but other medical folk may not appreciate it much. His hair may not be red enough to really look like a leprechaun, but he does have that magical quality about him!

I also got a quarterly report from Thane’s developmental therapy. There is a lot more progress in the past three months than in the previous six . . . but there are still a number of things he refuses to even try.

Oh, I have to note this as it is kind of funny . . . Thane recognizes McDonald’s – actually, he recognizes whenever we are within a short distance of one, before he sees the restaurant itself. Anyway, he has started saying, “McDonald’s! I like chicken with fries and a diet coke, ice cream, no sauce,” and he keeps going trying to place an order – it’s not like he can eat much from there and we don’t go often because of that. His memory amazes me, and it is funny listening to the “fries, Diet Coke” in the back of the car.

As we headed out today, Thane was the first to the door. He stood there trying to open it for a minute and then said “Oh c’mon door, open up!” He kept repeating that to the door louder and louder. He’s too funny.

Braeden starts piano lessons in a few days. Being the shop-a-holic I am, I purchased a new weighted keyboard for him to use for practicing at home. I hope he likes playing!

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