Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Seventeen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, ah ah ah

Noah can count to eleven. I'm astounded by this as he's still a good 2 months away from turning two years old and he's been doing this for about a month already. I think one time he made it all the way to twelve, but today he was counting cards (not as in gambling, but as in playing with Elmo Go Fish cards and counting them), and he said "nine, ten, eleven, circle, SEVENTEEN!" I'm pretty sure that was a circle in there, or at least something that sounded remarkably like it. So beyond eleven starts to get a little random.

It's an astonishing difference between Travis and Noah in terms of language skills, because Travis's apraxia meant his ability to express himself was somewhat delayed, and the entire process of learning speech and language has been at least a minor struggle for him, up until recently - I'd say four or five months ago - when it stopped becoming a task for him. From the beginning, this stuff didn't come naturally to him and we had to practice and work on it to get him to the point he's out now. It's amazing to see how far he's come and I'd venture to say he's caught up with others in his age group now. But it's crazy to see the difference in Noah since this stuff does come naturally to him; thus there are so many things he can do easily that it took Travis a long time to learn how to do: speak full sentences, sing songs, stuff like that. Thankfully, Travis's apraxia was truly minor, and it just took a little bit of coaching to get him back on track.

However, now that the speech problem is less of an issue, our next step is a feeding therapist. I've hoped and prayed that Travis's picky eating stage is just a phase that he'd grow out of, but it's becoming apparent that this is not the case. And I truly believe that what he's going through is more than just being a picky eater. He's physically unable to eat certain kinds of foods. I don't know if it is an overactive gag reflex or his own mental psych-out, but whatever it is, we need help in overcoming it. I'm hopeful the feeding therapist can help us out, otherwise I see a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in my future.

Oh, and so as not to leave anyone out, news on Sophie: she's close to scooting. Not quite crawling, but she will lift herself up on arms and try to pull herself forward. She's also really getting into the Exersaucer. Today, she was sitting in it, Noah was spinning her around in it and giggling hysterically and she was squealing with delight. It was very sweet.

Well, that's all I got.

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