I've been waiting patiently for Joey's smile to make its first appearance...he hasn't quite mastered it on command yet, so when he is able to make eye contact and he flashes that sweet little smile...it's just...priceless.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
the payoff
Hippotherapy
I'm not sure who was more traumatized: Ben who suffered through, terrified of the horse and the strangers surrounding him, during his first hippotherapy session, or Max who was dropped off at a new friend's house and was found lying in the fetal position, screaming, "I want my mommy!", covered in buckets of tears and snot, when I returned to pick him up just an hour later. Whew! Can't wait for next week (note heavy sarcasm)!
Add Hippotherapy to the list of weekly therapies:
- Physical Therapy
- Occupational Therapy
- Speech Therapy
- Vision Therapy (at home, in office, and weekly playgroup)
- Orientation and Mobility
- Feeding Therapy
- Developmental Therapy
It Was a Zoo!
On Saturday, we left one zoo (eleven crazy cousins running amuk in one busy house) and visited another, the Hogle Zoo.
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| Just a few of the cousins visiting us last week: Bailey, Hailey, Macie, Dallin, Benson, and Sydney. |
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| Don't worry, Max wasn't climbing into the bear cage or anything, just climbing up on the fence to wave to the passing kiddie train. |
Baby boo-boo
Even though Ben has me wrapped around his little finger (see previous post), I was not pleased with him when he bopped baby Joey (who was snoozing soundly in his carseat) on the head with his train tracks, giving Joey his first (of many, I'm sure) little owie.
"Ben-ny!"
I think part of the reason that Ben has become such a trouble-maker is that Ben interprets my attempt at discipline as a hilarious game. Who am I kidding? I guess Ben can see right through my charade of feigning disdain when he is being mischeivous, because whenever I give him a stern look, lower my voice, and say, "Ben-ny! Better not!" he just starts rolling with a fit of giggles. He's right though--I am completely amused by his little acts of mischeif--and he knows it!
Friday, May 4, 2012
All Mine
With three other boys competing for my time and attention all day long, I don't get to enjoy baby Joey the way I would like to very often. I have to lay him in his bed to nap so that I can feed the boys lunch instead of cuddle him in my arms, I have to carry him in the bjorn while I get my chores done instead of just hold him and stare, etc. So when the big boys are in bed, there is an hour or two in the late evening that I get to enjoy Joey all to myself. Best part of my whole day.
Buzz
Max informed me the other morning, completely out of the blue, that "scissors are not for cutting hair." Hmmm. Upon inspection, it appeared that, why yes, Max did in fact gouge his own hair with the scissors. Buzz cut time!
The Before:
The After:
A random unrelated conversation with Max this afternoon after I told him that I went to school at BYU.
Me: "Max, do you think you'd like to go to school at BYU?"
Max: "Does it have a big playground?"
Me: "Really big."
Max: "Awesome!"
a few seconds later....
Max: "Will you go with me?"
Me: "Of course."
Love that boy. I just might take him up on his offer in a few years--I'm not sure I'll ever be ready to let him go.
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