Travis had his swallow test last week, and the result is that a) all the muscles are doing the right things and b) his gag reflex is considerably far forward on his tongue, which is probably what is leading to the food sensitivity issues. Still on the waiting list to see the feeding therapist, but one positive outcome of this is that I feel a little better about not pushing the food issue any harder right now, until we can get some professional assistance underway.
Last weekend we had our first official camping trip. It was just a one night trip, to a campground near Lake Michigan, about an hour away from home. Nothing too dramatic but we thought we'd ease into the whole family trip thing. It was remarkably easy... far easier than it really should be with three children under four and a half years old. The kids had a great time, Ben and I did as well, and I'm ready to take on a real, full-fledged family vacation. Now if I only had any vacation time left. Blasted maternity leave.
The biggest problem we had on the camping trip was keeping Noah out of the fire pit. He was fascinated with it. I was literally on the edge of my seat, ready to leap thru mid-air, every time he came within ten feet of the fire -- he supposedly understands the concept of hot, but seeing as how the worst "hot" he's ever actually encountered is a slice of pizza that's a little too 'fresh' out of the oven, he doesn't quite grasp the severity of the situation. I, on the other hand, envision every stumble turning into a catastrophe defined by third-degree burns and permanent physical and emotional scarring. Thankfully, we survived the trip unscathed.
I subscribed Travis to a new puzzle magazine, because the kid loves puzzles and the like. He was looking at the magazine on the way to the campground, and in particular was enjoying the "What's Wrong With This Picture" page -- he loves those, where there are silly things like an ice cream cone for an umbrella and whatnot. So he points to this picture of a chipmunk on a skateboard, and he says, "Mom, ha ha, that's funny... that chipmunk is skateboarding without a helmet!" I got a real kick out of that, that what's funny to him is not the idea of a rodent on a skateboard but rather the lack of safety gear of said rodent.
Sophie is officially 6-months old, as of today. Wow, that's hard to believe. She's doing well, starting to eat some more exciting things, like rice cereal, pureed fruit, and carpet lint.
Gearing up for my day off tomorrow. I love Wednesdays.
That's all for now.
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