Glory Hallelujah! I would cry about this except I am at work and that's just so inappropriate.
Today I had confirmed for me that the order for Connor's Wombat Tilt-in-Space chair was placed 4/13/10, approved by insurance.
Connor has been waiting for this chair since April 2008. Connor shouldn't have to wait for things. Drew can wait for more Thomas toys. Tucker can wait for Mommy to pick him up until her hands are empty. Connor cannot wait. Every moment of every day is a little different for him than it is his brothers, and to be near the end of this long, stupidly delayed process fills me with little bubbles of joy. It's like my blood is suddenly carbonated!
I've never been more pleased to hear the word wombat in my life. And I love funny words.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
This is the end....this is the e-e-e-e-end...of the infancy
If you are now hearing a set of chords from the 80s played by Bruce Hornsby, then you are right on the money - totally took over that great song he wrote for Don Henley there in the title. It's appropriate today, because today Tucker is one, and there will be no more infants in my household to whom I personally gave birth.
Tucker's first year has been a really hectic and special one for us. He arrived a little early, 2 days prior to expectation/schedule. When he was delivered, and Dr. Elliot showed him to me over the sterile drape, I gasped and said, "Oh, he looks just like Drew!" Which is hilarious if you take into account that I look practically identical to one of my sisters, and yet it never occurred to me until I saw Tucker in person for the first time that the same "phenomenon of genetics" could happen with my offspring. I know - it's like tunnel vision except with the brain. Tunnel brain.
The day we left the hospital with him, I insisted that Lee stop at our partially renovated house - I wanted Tucker to be home first, even if we would only be there a few minutes before heading over to the rental house and his very excited brothers and grandparents who were waiting there for us.
Tucker has been an easy and genial child. He never seemed to have much trouble with sleeping - it was only 2 months when I started getting 9 hour stretches at night. He cries when he's hurt or extremely, extremely tired. He laughs almost constantly, and you can turn his tears into laughter with minimal effort. It usually takes Drew only one "Peekaboo!" to bring Tucker back to his sunny disposition. He started crawling before he was 8 months old, and walking in his 11th month. His first tooth broke in his 7th month, and now he has 6! He has said "dada", "mama", "megan", "hi", "uh oh", "blah, blah, blah" and "gerry" though not always on purpose.
He has started to discover Connor, and it will be interesting to see how he absorbs the difference of Connor into himself, and to see how it is similar to Drew and how it is different.
He seems to think that Drew is the best thing ever. I wish Drew felt the same way all the time instead of taking toys away from him.
I cannot wait to see what the rest of the years will bring. I am so grateful and happy that he has had such an amazing first year. No doctor visits other than well-baby checkups. No major falls, like off the stairs or a bed.
But...I miss my baby already.
Tucker's first year has been a really hectic and special one for us. He arrived a little early, 2 days prior to expectation/schedule. When he was delivered, and Dr. Elliot showed him to me over the sterile drape, I gasped and said, "Oh, he looks just like Drew!" Which is hilarious if you take into account that I look practically identical to one of my sisters, and yet it never occurred to me until I saw Tucker in person for the first time that the same "phenomenon of genetics" could happen with my offspring. I know - it's like tunnel vision except with the brain. Tunnel brain.
The day we left the hospital with him, I insisted that Lee stop at our partially renovated house - I wanted Tucker to be home first, even if we would only be there a few minutes before heading over to the rental house and his very excited brothers and grandparents who were waiting there for us.
Tucker has been an easy and genial child. He never seemed to have much trouble with sleeping - it was only 2 months when I started getting 9 hour stretches at night. He cries when he's hurt or extremely, extremely tired. He laughs almost constantly, and you can turn his tears into laughter with minimal effort. It usually takes Drew only one "Peekaboo!" to bring Tucker back to his sunny disposition. He started crawling before he was 8 months old, and walking in his 11th month. His first tooth broke in his 7th month, and now he has 6! He has said "dada", "mama", "megan", "hi", "uh oh", "blah, blah, blah" and "gerry" though not always on purpose.
He has started to discover Connor, and it will be interesting to see how he absorbs the difference of Connor into himself, and to see how it is similar to Drew and how it is different.
He seems to think that Drew is the best thing ever. I wish Drew felt the same way all the time instead of taking toys away from him.
I cannot wait to see what the rest of the years will bring. I am so grateful and happy that he has had such an amazing first year. No doctor visits other than well-baby checkups. No major falls, like off the stairs or a bed.
But...I miss my baby already.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Return of Joefish
So when I was young, and my brother was younger, there was a small contingency of people (his friends) who couldn't pronounce his name right and called him "Joefish" for a while instead of Joseph. He eventually shortened to Joe, which then got accidentally re-lengthened to Joemybrother, but that's another story and not one for a blog with updates about my boys.
Last night, I was giving Drew and Tucker a bath - now every time there is a bath to be had it's together. They both truly seem to enjoy sharing the "boyo tub" as Drew calls it. Tucker loves the bath. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVES it. It's so entertaining to watch him enjoy himself so thoroughly. So on this particular night, Tucker managed to wiggle-scootch past Drew and ended up down by the spigot. He kept looking at the drain pull cover, which is reflective and just about head-height for him when he's sitting in the tub. Finally, he started to try to bite or suck on the plate cover. Each time he leaned in, I said, "Tucker, no," and he would look at me over his shoulder and stop. I must have said it more than five times. Suddenly Drew chimed in, "Tucker Joefish, stop! Don't do that!"
I had to sit back on my heels and stifle combined laughter. Tucker's middle name is not Joefish, or even Joseph. It's Smith. Drew's middle name is Joseph, but as far as he's concerned, it's the word that gets used when he's in trouble. Hence his lecturing tone and admonishing attitude towards poor little Tucker! I am not sure why he mispronounced it. He does hear "Andrew Joseph" with fair frequency.
Anyway, it was great, and I laughed a lot about it today. Lee didn't get it at all. But he never had a Joefish, or a Joemybrother, either.
Last night, I was giving Drew and Tucker a bath - now every time there is a bath to be had it's together. They both truly seem to enjoy sharing the "boyo tub" as Drew calls it. Tucker loves the bath. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVES it. It's so entertaining to watch him enjoy himself so thoroughly. So on this particular night, Tucker managed to wiggle-scootch past Drew and ended up down by the spigot. He kept looking at the drain pull cover, which is reflective and just about head-height for him when he's sitting in the tub. Finally, he started to try to bite or suck on the plate cover. Each time he leaned in, I said, "Tucker, no," and he would look at me over his shoulder and stop. I must have said it more than five times. Suddenly Drew chimed in, "Tucker Joefish, stop! Don't do that!"
I had to sit back on my heels and stifle combined laughter. Tucker's middle name is not Joefish, or even Joseph. It's Smith. Drew's middle name is Joseph, but as far as he's concerned, it's the word that gets used when he's in trouble. Hence his lecturing tone and admonishing attitude towards poor little Tucker! I am not sure why he mispronounced it. He does hear "Andrew Joseph" with fair frequency.
Anyway, it was great, and I laughed a lot about it today. Lee didn't get it at all. But he never had a Joefish, or a Joemybrother, either.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tucker walks, baby
T is almost 1 - one week away! I can't believe how fast he went from 8 pound nugget curled up in my arm to the big, robust and happy toddler he is on the edge of becoming! He is so very cheerful. Now that he walks some, Drew can just taste that tag is right around the corner. He is a great big brother. This morning, he told Tucker, "No, that's not nice. You should say sorry. Say you're sorry, Tucker." but it was teaching and not mean or yelling! I laughed and said, "Honey, Tucker can't say sorry yet! He can't even say Mama!"
That said, he does say a few things: frequently Dada, just recently he started repeating Blah blah blah and yesterday he said Megan to Miss Megan when she was leaving after her appointment with Connor.
Speaking of the C-Man, he's had a rough week. He wasn't feeling so hot a week ago, and has struggled at school this week to get his feet back under him. The good news, no, the GREAT NEWS, is that yesterday we got a letter stating that the new chair we've been trying for TWO YEARS to get for him through insurance has been approved! Finally! And he's only a foot taller! Giggle. We'll remeasure him and get the correct size made for him. We were so surprised to get a "yes" letter after so many no's, we had to read it several times.
That's all from this end. We have this fancy new camera I don't know how to use, so I'll have to cool it on the pics a little bit. I'll try and get some good recents up soon.
That said, he does say a few things: frequently Dada, just recently he started repeating Blah blah blah and yesterday he said Megan to Miss Megan when she was leaving after her appointment with Connor.
Speaking of the C-Man, he's had a rough week. He wasn't feeling so hot a week ago, and has struggled at school this week to get his feet back under him. The good news, no, the GREAT NEWS, is that yesterday we got a letter stating that the new chair we've been trying for TWO YEARS to get for him through insurance has been approved! Finally! And he's only a foot taller! Giggle. We'll remeasure him and get the correct size made for him. We were so surprised to get a "yes" letter after so many no's, we had to read it several times.
That's all from this end. We have this fancy new camera I don't know how to use, so I'll have to cool it on the pics a little bit. I'll try and get some good recents up soon.
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