Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Drumroll...
I wish! Do you ever have that feeling that something is just not going to pan out? Well I had it all week. Today was "D-DAY". Diagnosis day. And wouldn't you know that this morning I got a call saying that my appt. had to be rescheduled until next Wed. b/c she has laryngitis. I was not really sure how much I had been anticipating this appt. until I got the news. I just wanted to know so that I could move forward in whatever direction we needed to go. Truthfully, I am really not sure that I can go another week. In the end, though, what's another week. Whatever is coming has been there or not been there for years, we just didn't know...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Whose side are you on anyways?
Without divulging too much information, I have to wonder this out loud: whose side are you on anyways? I get the feeling that there are going to be some fierce battles ahead for me, Owen's Mom. But that is okay. I think I'm prepared. The way I see it, Owen has one Mom. I'm his only chance. I'm not going down without a fight. As Princess Lea said, "Help me OB Wan, you're my only hope!" Owen would appreciate that. Huge Star Wars fan. LOL
In other related news, the psych appt. went well. Thursday is the big day. The day of diagnosis. I'm starting to become very anxious about this. Not sure why. A couple of words is not going to change Owen, I hope. He'll always be Owen. I guess I'm scared. Scared of the future that I can't control. SO, I will take one day at time, for now.
He is continuing to see the OT in Hartsville and is making good progress. Greg took him today and is starting to understand the whole concept better. She gave us more "homework" to do and wants to see him next week.
In other related news, the psych appt. went well. Thursday is the big day. The day of diagnosis. I'm starting to become very anxious about this. Not sure why. A couple of words is not going to change Owen, I hope. He'll always be Owen. I guess I'm scared. Scared of the future that I can't control. SO, I will take one day at time, for now.
He is continuing to see the OT in Hartsville and is making good progress. Greg took him today and is starting to understand the whole concept better. She gave us more "homework" to do and wants to see him next week.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
What day is it?
Sometimes I feel like the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. He is the one who has no brain. Yep, that was me today. I must of left it in my crock pot.
My husband has been out of town so I have been flying solo. This morning I had to get all the kids out the door and dinner in the crock pot--all before 7:15am.
I dropped the carpool off, minus Owen and Isabelle. Owen had a DR. appt. at the psychologist office this morning. My plan was to take Isabelle to the appt, then drop her off at school and come back to get Owen. Amazingly I got there on time. No one was there though. That's strange. So, I decide to go back to the car and a nagging suspicion made me look in my red bag and find the note that said Owen's appt. was tomorrow. Wow!
So back to school. I enter the building when I notice the 3rd grade asst. looking at me funny. She says kindly, "How did Ansley make it to school on time and not Owen?" I had to laugh. When I told her what happened she laughed along with me. So did Owen's teacher and his OT, who we managed to track down to let her know that Owen was indeed at school this morning. I went to Ansley's classroom and Ansley looks at me like I am crazy. SO, I had to tell her teacher what happened too.
After all the excitement, I managed to drop off Isabelle, go to the library to pick up some books that were on hold for me and pick up Isabelle.
The off to the carline to pick up the older two. The bus has been very late and Owen had another OT appt. in Hartsville that we couldnot be late for.
Good news there though. My appt was indeed today at 4pm and the OT says that she can see improvement in Owen already. He is going back next week and is going to talk to his school about implementing some things in his classroom.
Tommorrow is the psychologist appt. I hope I don't forget. LOL
My husband has been out of town so I have been flying solo. This morning I had to get all the kids out the door and dinner in the crock pot--all before 7:15am.
I dropped the carpool off, minus Owen and Isabelle. Owen had a DR. appt. at the psychologist office this morning. My plan was to take Isabelle to the appt, then drop her off at school and come back to get Owen. Amazingly I got there on time. No one was there though. That's strange. So, I decide to go back to the car and a nagging suspicion made me look in my red bag and find the note that said Owen's appt. was tomorrow. Wow!
So back to school. I enter the building when I notice the 3rd grade asst. looking at me funny. She says kindly, "How did Ansley make it to school on time and not Owen?" I had to laugh. When I told her what happened she laughed along with me. So did Owen's teacher and his OT, who we managed to track down to let her know that Owen was indeed at school this morning. I went to Ansley's classroom and Ansley looks at me like I am crazy. SO, I had to tell her teacher what happened too.
After all the excitement, I managed to drop off Isabelle, go to the library to pick up some books that were on hold for me and pick up Isabelle.
The off to the carline to pick up the older two. The bus has been very late and Owen had another OT appt. in Hartsville that we couldnot be late for.
Good news there though. My appt was indeed today at 4pm and the OT says that she can see improvement in Owen already. He is going back next week and is going to talk to his school about implementing some things in his classroom.
Tommorrow is the psychologist appt. I hope I don't forget. LOL
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I'm not ready for a basket yet!
This happened this morning and I really wanted to share!
My 4 year old attends pre-school 5 days a week. Every morning on our way to school, we drive by a cemetery. Isabelle likes to ask questions. I try to make them brief, especially when dealing with a sensitive subject such as death. But, I have told her that when people die they are buried there and then you go to Heaven to be with God. I went as far as telling her that they put the body in a casket and bury it in the dirt. I think I may have confused her.
Well, today she asked what that place was while we were driving by. I again explained that it was a cemetery. She responded with an "Oh yea" and went on to say that that is where you get buried in the dirt when you die. She then said she didn't like the dirt because it was messy and yucky. She wanted to go in the basket instead. What? She then asked me if I wanted to be buried in the dirt or be put in the basket. The basket? I told her I would really have to think about that. She said, "No Mommy! You really don't want to be buried in the dirt. You should choose the basket!"
My 4 year old attends pre-school 5 days a week. Every morning on our way to school, we drive by a cemetery. Isabelle likes to ask questions. I try to make them brief, especially when dealing with a sensitive subject such as death. But, I have told her that when people die they are buried there and then you go to Heaven to be with God. I went as far as telling her that they put the body in a casket and bury it in the dirt. I think I may have confused her.
Well, today she asked what that place was while we were driving by. I again explained that it was a cemetery. She responded with an "Oh yea" and went on to say that that is where you get buried in the dirt when you die. She then said she didn't like the dirt because it was messy and yucky. She wanted to go in the basket instead. What? She then asked me if I wanted to be buried in the dirt or be put in the basket. The basket? I told her I would really have to think about that. She said, "No Mommy! You really don't want to be buried in the dirt. You should choose the basket!"
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