Dodging a Bullet/Taking One to the Head

This is a different entry than I thought I might be making, which is a good thing. Mike took his cat the the emergency vet today. I was amused just now in hearing Mike talk on the phone to the vet to see how Brisbane is doing, and hearing Mike say, "Well, he's a nasty old cat so if he's acting that way, that's good." Brisbane can be nasty and he is DEFINITELY old, at least 18 but probably older. He is at the vet's tonight on an IV and will have more tests done before we pick him up tomorrow. For those of you who have pets, you know the difference between the emergency vet and the normal vet is 24hr availability and several hundred dollars. After much deliberation, we made the same decision that we made for Nina last year, which was you get one expensive Hail Mary and, after that, fiscal responsibility must prevail. That we have funds available for this is amazing. That we are tapping into our savings makes me a little heartsick. But, its Brisbane, after all. Let's go to bat for him One. More. Time.

While Mike was camped out with Brisbane, Donny and I went to Phipps. It was a nice time but the boy was fussy all day and this evening was a series of screeching, flailing meltdowns. I was doing alright with the last one he had, right before dinner, until he slammed his head into the side of my face. Luckily Mike was there to take him off my hands. He finally calmed down enough to eat some pizza crust (Ah Pizza: the meal of parents with uncontrollable children..)and sleek. After dinner, he finally calmed down and even sat on his Dad's lap to listen to the rickety old Fischer Price musicbox recordplayer.Mike got babyduty tonight and, for being such a beastly baby earlier in the day, I could hear the two of them singing together and reciting poems. He was still singing in his crib at 10:30--a good 2 hours after we put him down to begin with. May He Wake Up Even A Fraction As Happy Tomorrow Morning, Pleasepleaseplease, Amen.

The Carnegie Museum of Natural Elevators and Dead Bears

Putting a Spin on It

I was home sick today and I was sick enough that I did'nt feel guilty for missing work.

That being said, I was able to get the kid from daycare a little bit early. He did something he's never done before, which is have a meltdown on the bus. Luckily the trip was short (Bloomfield to Polish Hill) but when we did get off the bus, some asshole at the back of the bus applauded. I've been steamed all night thinking of all the withering rejoinders I should have heaped on them, but it never works that way.

But really: I'm sorry my kid was annoying but how lame do you have to be to go out of your way to be mean? Jerk

ANYhow, Donovan had his first speech therapy session tonight. The therapist was very nice and Donovan had calmed down by then (and had also had some dinner) so he was a good kid. It looks like he'll be having one session a week alternating between school and home.

I just realized that the idiot who applauded for us on the bus is one of the many Americans who is paying taxes so my kid can have free therapy sessions. So who's the chump now, chump?

Oh! Be Joyful!

What did my son eat for dinner tonight?
* probably about 3 servings of whole grain smiley cookies
* 6 prunes
* a big bowl of peas and carrots with butter and cheese
* part of a lame-ass Giant Eagle cookie that looked better than it tasted
* half a banana

Last night, after a day of eating milk and nothing, he doublefisted an egg and apple omlet. This morning he ate FOUR PANCAKES. For lunch, well, I don't remember, but it was alot more than he'd eaten in recent memory.

In a world were Every Raisin is a Victory, today was GREAT!

The Intensity Intensifies

My apologies for the lack of further Halloween photos. Things have been rather intense lately and the will to blog has been lacking.

It’s not you--its me. Seriously.

To start with, my Aunt Ann passed away on Halloween. Her services were Monday and Tuesday and we weren’t able to make the trip to Ohio to attend. I was sad not to be there and supersad to think that the curtain has come down on my Dad’s generation of Benfords. That type of person--the depression era, WWII vet, family all in the same town, work in a factory so your kids can go to college, first generation American--for most of my peers, that describes their grandparents. For me, that describes the major players of my childhood.

Sigh.

The other big news is that Donovan had his first speech therapy session on Monday. The session was more of an evaluation so as to figure out how his therapy should proceed. Pat from our first session was there as well as the speech therapist. It was fascinating but it was also THREE HOURS LONG. Donovan and I got home right around 6 and Pat was waiting on the porch for us. They didn’t finish up until around 9:30. Between not having dinner and the intensity of the session I actually broke down and cried. I hate doing that in public and, for future note, when it looks like I’m going to cry, its not really a good idea to hug me because then I will lose it. Also, I question the appropriateness of saying, sincerely and brightly, “Don’t worry!!!” Please: you don’t know who you’re dealing with here. Worry is my gravity: without it I’d fly around the room backwards like an unknotted balloon. That night and the next, I went to bed at around 10, I was just so exhausted from it all.

But you didn’t come here to listen to me. You came to hear about Donovan. He’s been doing really well and making some progress in the talking area. He’s now saying all of the letters in the alphabet and trying to spell his name. He’s also taken our game of Wild Babies to a whole new level by instituting a sort of sumo wrestleresque leap onto me. There are few things funnier than seeing a wildly smiling toddler hurtling towards you in midair. It hurts but its damn funny.

I Only Conquered Europe for the Candy.

More photos with commentary tomorrow. Now I have to go soak the candy stains out of that white turtleneck...

Hope you had a fun Halloween and a blessed Samhain!

9 Out of 10 Doctors Agree...

I've been meaning to post this for about a week but this is the first chance I've had to do so: we got the first official report on Donovan's "learning delays." The report was based on his first appointment at Children's and was about 6 pages long. It was pretty easy to understand but it was written very much in medical speak. The two things I noticed were that 1) he scored a nice, fat ZERO on the autism spectrum and 2) hidden away on page five was this very important medical opinion:SEE? Its a medical fact! A scientific certitude! Empirically tested! THE UNASSAILABLE TRUTH: The kid is adorable!

I'm not bragging--just stating the clearly deliniated medical facts...