Pasting together a million tiny thoughts and pretending that it counts as a real post. . .
Charlie is doing fantastic. We don’t have as much time to do ABR as we used to–school has slowed things down–but we are still doing it and he is still making progress. He’s holding his head better when he sits in his chair and turning it side to side more every day. He’s also twisting around while seated, which is great except he promptly turned around in the bath tub, grabbed one of my disposable razors and started banging it in the water. Yikes! Mama’s gonna have to get more vigilant.
We’ve also discovered that he loves hummus. We thought we’d give it a go and he proceeded to lap it up like a cat with milk. Hummus has protein so Hubby is, of course, terribly excited by this development.
I discovered how much Charlie loves school when we got back from the holidays. His first day back, he came home and giggle all evening until it was time for bed. Clearly the kid likes his school-time routine.
I had planned to do some new therapy type with Charlie this summer–horseback riding or maybe some HBOT before the baby arrived. I’d taken on some freelance and consulting work with the idea that we could do one last thing before our lives became over-taken by newborn disorder. That was of course back when I thought I was having only one baby. The books and the doctors are warning me that 24 weeks is going to be the end of the line with regards to picking Charlie up, strenuous activity, etc., etc. Not only do I not know what I’m going to do in the day-to-day, but I’m not sure what to do about my plans for therapy. I’m still figuring things out at this point.