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Speech Therapy Evaluation

We took a family walk after dinner. Alden lit our way through the twilight with his flashlight. Occassionally I would feel a stab of anxiety and think, “What is that?”

“He exhibited minimal eye contact and did not consistently respond to his name.”

Our neighbor has a new puppy. She was kind enough to suggest we’d be doing the puppy a favor if we let her meet the boys. Delight all around.

“Elliot frequently did not respond.”

Back at home we watched Little Einsteins and raced toy cars. The boys laughed and laughed. So did I, except for when my stomach would suddenly drop a little bit.

“Results of the REEL indicated receptive language at the 2nd percentile with a descriptive rating of poor and expressive language below the 1st percentile with a descriptive rating of very poor.”

Damon and Elliot were just getting started on building a train track when I took Alden down for bed.

“In the initial session, he frequently said ‘look’ but without meaningful intent. He also said ‘ba’ for ball… No other vocalizations or verbalizations were noted during the session.”

Looking back on our walk I realize that Elliot did not make a single sound the whole time.

I dreamed last night that I was watching my boys from the top of a high hill. They ran into the street and I was yelling for someone to get them. No one did, but they still crossed safely to the other side.

Star Wars Growth Chart

Internet, I love you so much. Before you there were all these brilliant geeks wandering around and I had no window into their world, no way to enjoy their bright ideas.

Check it out.

It’s a growth chart. Love.

Geeky Dad created this for his daughter, and was generous enough to offer the full-size PDF for download. I sent that over to a print shop and will be picking up our chart as soon as I get back to Knox.

I don’t even know for sure who all those figures are. Darth Vader, Princess Leia and Yoda were enough to make it worth my while. I hope that admission doesn’t make me a geeky growth chart poseur. I don’t want a hoard of cranky Magic: The Gathering players to show up at our house and rip it off the wall.

Can anyone ID the whole chart?

How Not to Get a Tennessee Driver’s License

I’ve lived in Tennessee for three years and still carry my New York driver’s license. I know this is bad and wrong, but the picture is great. My work ID makes me look like a Molly Ringwald sidekick reject.

Wrapped up in the insult of turning 40 was the fact that the license expired. I’m willing to stretch the law by carrying an out-of-state license, but I’m not going to drive around without a valid one at all. I don’t know what happens to you if you get caught doing that.

So fine. About a week before my birthday I decide to go get my new license. (I did consider flying to New York to renew, but didn’t get my act together fast enough.) What do I need? Two photo ID: check. Old license: check. Proof of residence: check. Certified birth certificate or current passport: Oops.

As an aside: I discovered that my passport was expired when I flew to Chicago with it as my only ID. An expired passport does NOT count as valid ID for TSA purposes.

And where is my birth certificate? Heck if I know. We found everyone’s but mine. And we spent the whole week looking. So by my birthday I was without a valid license and just then calling the vital statistics folks in Ohio. Why didn’t I call right away? Heck if I know.

They were kind enough to get me a replacement very quickly. And so this morning I drove (don’t tell!) over to the DMV. I was so proud to hand over my birth certificate. Then the guy said, “Now I need your old license.” Uh…. Yeah. I didn’t have it and had no idea where it might be.

“I just had it!” is on my family crest.

I blamed Elliot, “Oh my gosh! My toddler was playing with my wallet. He must have taken some cards out.” Total lie.

I called Damon and whispered into my phone, “Help! Help! I can’t find my license. Can you look in my coat pockets/pants pocket/washing machine/couch cushions/refrigerator/any fool place I may stick something?”

Ultimately I admitted defeat.

The license has since been located and I will try again tomorrow morning.

Therapy

Elliot’s first speech therapy session was enlightening. Remember when I said I don’t know what he’s supposed to be doing now? Yeah. Lots more than he is. It was the first time I had that moment (that I absolutely knew was coming) of distress and pity for my sweet baby. The two therapists (one a student) showed a real gift for working with little kids. I watched him cheerfully, happily totally fail to understand what they were asking of him. That was hard.

No one can tell me why Elliot’s speech isn’t developing as it should. I don’t even speculate.

Right now he is cocooned in our family. He doesn’t pay any price for his delays. I’m counting on Team Elliot to get his chatter in order before he has any idea there was ever a problem.  There are now four professionals working on this one 30-pound baby. While I don’t care to speculate on the grown-ups’ weight, I have to think that’s a winning ratio.

Thoughts On Turning 40

Not that I am.

Okay, I am.

I want to embrace this milestone. To revel in the truth that my work life is humming, that my family is delicious, that I am healthy and get to experience real-deal joy most days. I’m humbly aware that I have had opportunities due to timing and luck that are vanishingly rare in the history of women.

File this whole post under: Veruca Salt Turns 40! Wants More!

(See, that is an old-person reference. Youngsters will think I’m talking about a band.)

Still. I have reached a point when people compliment you by telling you that you don’t look like what you are. “Why you could pass for 30!” Thanks?

I have hardly invented resistance to aging. It’s just… my kids. I was a liberal arts major, but I can still do math. I was 36 when I had Alden. When my mom was 36 I was 12. Will I even get to meet my grandchildren? And for them. I was 39 when I lost my Dad. I was not ready. I still need him. My Mom, praise be, is quite healthy.

Mom met a woman the other day whose son visits with her daily. She’s in her 90s and he’s in his 70s. I would like to order up that future, please.

And, truth be told, I would love another baby. This motherhood thing… I knew I would love my kids, but I really had no idea how much I would enjoy this gig. I know it is theoretically possible. But I need time. My other two are so tiny. I know I can’t do more than my two tiny guys and my wonderful-but-consuming job. I would shortchange all of them (not to mention patient Damon) more than is tolerable. We are still technically in line to adopt from China (remember that?) but let’s not hold our breath. That’s a whole other post.

I would love another baby.

What helps the most is the awesome women who are just a tiny notch ahead of me — Katie, Susan, Kim, Stacy, Tracey and a few precious more.  Truly. More than they know they’re giving me confidence.