A week of visits.

Despite having an awful cold for the last week, me not the boys, we still have been managing. Joe had his annual check up last Friday and Rory was getting his 6 month check. From the moment we entered the exam room Joe began to wind himself up. His repetitive sound making started and he wanted to be picked up. Once the Dr entered the game was on, he began screaming at the top of his lungs and gasping. His nose turned into a faucet and ran down his face no matter how hard I tried to wipe it(which in and of itself just upset him more). I finally convinced him that Dr. was here to see Rory and Joe quieted while we watched Rory get his exam. Once finished Joe was a little more open to the idea of getting his exam and cooperated. All was good until the shot time and then both boys voiced their grievances.

Over the weekend I don't think I could of survived if my darling husband had not been so wonderful braving the cold to take care of our farm animals( actually my farm animals for the most part). I lost my voice which is always entertaining when you are trying to redirect a rambunctious 3 year old. I am sorry to say I gave in and let him watch Cars and the Polar Express each day. I usually save that for his bad days when he needs a break. Of course I am now paying the penalty I knew would come due. He asks every day for both movies but I explain we are not going to watch TV till later and then he can see one 30 minute Christmas special. It was a little rough at first but he is adjusting back to his old schedule.

Yesterday was his last session with his old speech therapist. As of January 4th he begins preschool and will be seeing their therapist. He loves his school and I am looking forward to seeing the progress I know he will make in socialization. To help him with the transition I have taken him down to the school for his sessions with his PT and OT. The first time we entered the school was a little hard. He went into the building willingly but once in the reception area he turned back for the door and began telling me 'No mama, OUT.' over and over. His therapist and I talked him into coming to see the slide and taking a ride on the tricycle. After that he was open to anything and by the end of the visit was insisting 'No mama, stay!'.

Well I hear my sweet boy waking up, warmest holiday wishes to the universe and all in it.