Remember-y

Travis had his first feeding therapy appointment today; the eval so we can start actual therapy finally. He did good, answered questions, talked about pictures, etc. Its really a combination speech and feeding issue, since it primarily involves muscle weakness which is contributing to the problems in both areas.

At any rate, Travis was a real crack-up during the appointment. Kind of a chatterbox, which is a little unlike him (around strangers at least), which is a good sign I think. She had him look at pictures and then she would ask questions about those pictures to elicit certain responses. And then all of a sudden he'd go off on some tangent about how "my dad bought me my very own Nemo fishing pole. I caught two fish on it. One was really little but the second was a little bigger. We fish on a lake at grandma and pa-pas house on my dad's fishing boat. It's fast and sometimes I get to help drive it. Sometimes we stand on the dock on go fishing...." and on and on. Later on, he was describing the therapy appointment to my mom, and he commented that he told the therapist a "remembery". He meant "memory". I love it.

So, here's hoping we're on the road to recovery. Maybe soon I'll be able to get this boy to eat a hot dog. Or a candy bar.

As I type, Sophie is strapped into her high chair drinking a bottle. Every so often she drops it on the floor. I've perfected the art of slave-driving my children, however, so I just have to say, "Noah! Sophie dropped her bottle!" and he races into the kitchen shouting "I can gick it!" (get it) and quickly retrieves it for her. Then he bounds in here exclaiming "I did it!" and is very awful proud of himself. It's quite a racket I've got going here.