Easter


Blake’s check up went super well. He is almost on par and everyone is happy with his progress. We are still going to check in with Neuro. Surg. to see what they say about his misshapen head and if they think he needs some pressure bands (supposedly not a helmet). It will likely not be covered by insurance.

Blake started eating cereal. Sometimes it’s a game of raspberry and it all comes out, but sometimes he eats really well and finishes a whole tsp.

Cory is starting to get into sports, which is only funny because he only wants to play virtually without balls. He plays Super Squad sports with superheros on his Mobigo so he wants to play hockey without a ball with Jay.

Easter was wonderfully fun with both families. We did egg dying, egg hunting and kite flying at Gma Boyds on Sat. and on Sun we had an e-mail from the Easter Bunny who gave him a clue to find his basket and 25 eggs inside. He got chocolate, super mario for wii, hefalump movie, mater cars for his Mobigo, and a serpent master to go with his serpent pirate ship. We went to Baltimore to see my dad’s family. Cory literally has two gallon’s of chocolate and a whole table full of toys I’ve been going through to clean Easter grass off of.

Both boys were dressed in adorableness, but Blake got hot and spit up before I could even get a picture after church and Cory was stomping in mud puddles at my Aunts.
That night after all the long visits and chocolate and messed up meals and schedules, Cory laid in bed with his “stay for one song” all tucked in and said “I miss Grandma.” I was trying to figure out why he said he missed her even though he just saw here that morning. He said he wanted to go fly kites and didn’t want her to go to work and mumble mumble something. He insisted I get Daddy’s phone and to call her and ask her to come over at…what was it 9:30 at night!

Now that we have Cory’s appt scheduled for first week of June, we’re preping our conversations with the doctor about his behavior. We’ve read up on anxieties, autism, and even hyperlexia. The more we read, the more I just see that he is just the spitting image of phobias, memorization wizing, super finding, social awkwardness, new things avoiding, sensory overloading, and literal and over mountain top thinking that my father and I have. Regardless, all we can do is share our concerns and the doc will probably send us for a child’s psychologist evaluation and they’ll work with us from there. I’m not looking for a label really. Just strategies. What’s a label any more today? Just tell us what the magic words are to make him stop melting down everytime we walk out the door or put food on the table!
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