Friday, June 16, 2006 - Bax turns a year and a half old!
[photos: the baxman ready for school this morning, munching on a bagel and full of the dickens.]
Saw Mike this afternoon from about 1-3. He was sleepy and a little unfocused, but definitely getting physically stronger in therapy. He is able to walk better than last week. The therapist even had me walk with Mike a bit to get a feel for it. Mike carried his weight pretty much by himself. They swear he was alert and good this morning, but this afternoon he was sort of spacey. While walking down the hall, for instance, we'd come to an intersection and I would say, "Now turn to the right." He would say, "Ok." and then continue walking straight. He would even be able to repeat the instruction just given to him, but he definitely wasn't processing it enough to actually follow the instruction. It was frustating to watch and interact with.
The same kind of thing happens with him trying to get out of his wheelchair a lot. He undoes the velcro belt around him (there's another permanent one that he can't undo, but the velcro one is supposed to simply remind him not to get up unassisted). When you ask what he's doing, he says, "getting up." When you ask what he's supposed to think of when he encounters the velcro belt on his lap, he can't remember. So you tell him he's not supposed to get up out of the chair unassisted. He'll look you in the eye, say, "Ok," and then try again as he's nodding at your instruction. To get through it, I just distract with some other activity (How about a sip of soda, Mike?).
Baxman is back. Thank gosh. Went to daycare today and had a great day. When I arrived to pick him up, he was making out with his first favor-ice popsicle. Mmmm. true love.
I haven't gotten the gross evil hand,foot, mouth disease thus far. The canker sores on my tongue may simply be a result (as my sister was kind enough to point out) of my eating too much candy. I actually haven't been eating too much candy lately - other than the container of sno-caps the other day. Oh yeah - and there was my trip to the new Wegman's grocery store in Cherry Hill this morning where I splurged. I treated myself to something I only allow myself to get like 4 times a year. Ok, before I describe this particular vice, I confess. I am ghetto. I put ice cubes in my white wine if it's not cold enough, and I read Star magazine before bed. There - I've said it. Now, the sweet treat that I allow myself every once in a while? Ok, You know those crunchy sugary designs that you can buy in the cake decorating section - they often spell out like, "Happy Birthday" and they come on a cardboard and paper backing. You peel them off and put them on the cake? Ok. I eat them. I bought a whole sheet at Wegmans and by the time I got home (6 minutes later) they were gone. So maybe that's why I have canker sores.
Thank gosh Mike isn't home to see this. He would vomit out of sheer disgust.