P.S.

School was much better today.

We were early so Noah ran around on the playground for awhile. There was a little boy out there with his mom and therapist. Noah wouldn’t leave them alone. He was pulling the mom around showing her the airplanes, taking a rubber duck to the boy, showing him how to slide down the slide, making the duck slide down.

During class, he was able to sit still longer in circle time & wasn’t such a wild man. During speech & work (cognitive), he did things that his report said he couldn’t do yet. I swear it’s like he knows when I’m feeling beat up & he’s throwing me a bone.

He had fun in the gym, as usual. Although he almost broke Kimmie’s nose, but it wasn’t his fault. He jumped up at the same time she bent down. Poor little thing. No match for his huge head.

Swinging with Kimmie, obviously forgiven

After class, they went back out to the playground for awhile. He was himself… not the kid they usually see. It was nice to be able to talk to all his teachers in a more relaxed setting. They all seem to be quite entertained by Noah. And exhausted by him. I got the usual “How do you do this all day?!!”.

It’s too bad the world isn’t one big playground

My Noah

Noah was diagnosed with a speech delay & Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD) shortly after his 2nd birthday. He was about 6 months behind in his speech. He has low oral sensory processing which is part of his speech troubles. He can’t feel his mouth very well making it hard for him to form words correctly. The SPD also causes him to constantly seek out sensory input through running, jumping, crashing into things & people. It makes it extremely hard for him to sit still for any length of time. (Sound familiar… they say it’s genetic.) The evaluators also noticed some Autistic tendencies although he didn’t actually score as being autistic.

We tried in-home therapy which didn’t work out. We transferred to Casa Colina’s Early Start program in October & into the START class in December. He’s adjusting and we’re seeing some improvement in speech already. It’s a very structured class & he is struggling with that. Very typical of kids like him. He gets occupational therapy (OT) and speech in class. He loves the OT which is basically gym time (ball pit!!). There are 3 other boys in his class and they get along well.

We received his initial evaluation yesterday. It’s a 9 page report of where Noah is at right now developmentally. It lists short-term and long-term goals & suggests treatment approaches. They come up with these scores by observing him for a few weeks in class & also through testing that was done 2 weeks ago. I was in the room when they tested him because he wouldn’t let me leave. It was interesting to watch. He’s so smart but his stubbornness gets in his way. He did ok for the first half hour but then he just decided he was done being tested and refused to do anything else. I’m not sure how much that impacted his scores, but it’s all part of the problem, I guess. (The report specifically says that his refusal to cooperate impacted his gross motor score.)

Present Developmental Levels at 32 months-

Gross Motor: 29 months (he tested at 36 months in May)
Fine Motor: 29 months (improved)
Cognitive: 27 months (improved)
Language Receptive: 20 months (same)
Language Expressive: 21 months (same)
Socialization: 22 months

They recommended an additional hour a week each of speech and OT. Very happy about that.

But yeah. That’s a little painful to see those scores. Some areas have improved. He’s barely behind in his fine motor, which was one of his lower scores before. His gross motor skills are not a concern & they didn’t list any goals there. He’s the size of a 4 year old (no joke… he’s 41 inches tall & 44 lbs at 2 1/2!) The kid can hit a baseball pitched to him farther than I can. He can run faster than me. He’s a gross motor freak.

And yet he can’t put more than 3 words together. At least words we understand. He can’t say his name yet. He talks non-stop but we just can’t understand him. It’s heart breaking. He gets so frustrated. How can you connect with people if you can’t communicate? How do you not throw fits when you can’t get your point across?

I hate that to a stranger he looks like just another brat. I hate that it’s hard to see past his troubles. I hate that he’s been given these labels. I know it will get better. I just wish it was a faster process. I want everyone to know my smart, stubborn, funny, lovable, crazy little man for who he really is. My Noah.

Merry Christmas

Mom, Audrey, the boys & I did some last minute shopping at the mall today. As expected, we ran into a few pissy, inpatient people. Noah being one of those.

(And to the guy in the black car who chose to wait for my spot… me with the 2 strollers & 3 babies… did you really think I could just throw them in the car & zoom out of there in 20 seconds?! I’m glad you had to circle 3 times before you finally came back to WAIT AGAIN for my spot. And yes, I might have taken my time & changed an extra diaper just to piss you off further.)

Where was I?

Waiting in line at Sees Candies to get Matt his beloved Bordeaux’s, I noticed the sign saying they were out of them. So we consoled ourselves with 3 chocolate lollipops. While waiting to pay for those, the lady in front of me turns around and asks me if that was all I was getting. I said yes. And she said “Go ahead honey, I’ll get those for you.”

How sweet was that? What a lovely way to start Christmas. It didn’t stop me from hating the dude in the black car, but it did make me appreciate more what this season is really all about.

Unrecognizable

Who are these bald & chubby children?!


as seen in this set on Flickr

I really don’t remember them looking like this.

One more reason why I will continue to take pictures every day. It’s bizarre to think they have changed so much in such a short period of time.

Who knew?

So apparently I kind of suck at the blogging thing. I thought being tired at night would be the biggest obstacle. But it’s actually turning out to be distractions.

Babies wake up crying, emails come through, my drink is gone… I can’t stay focused! And we all thought Noah took after his daddy. Ha!

Oooh.. Top Chef in 2 minutes.

Bye.

What is worse….

Eating dog poo or eating your own poo?

I can’t decide.

Some day we will have to ask Mr. Adam.

Because he knows.


(cupcake, not poo… despite what the shirt says)

Remembering

4 years ago we lost a little one. At 20 weeks, she was gone. She must have been like her little brother Noah… too active for her own good. She tied a knot in her cord.

It seems like forever ago. And boy (and boy and boy) have we been blessed since.

But I still remember.