pool boy

A few days ago, my gigi showed up with a big, giant turtle.  I wasn't sure what we were going to do with it, but I found out today.  The mommy filled up my turtle with water from the hose, put a swimmie on me and outside into the heat we went.  Boy, was that turtle so much fun and it kept me cool.  The mommy & daddy call the turtle a "pool," but I don't care what you call it, it's just fun!  My silly yaya kept drinking out of the pool like it was her water bowl.  Silly doggy.  Finally, the mommy said it was time to go inside and each time she dried me off, I ran away and climbed back into the pool.  Tee hee!  I can't wait to go swimming again tomorrow.

i just called to say i love you

{this post written by the mommy}

Yesterday, we discovered just how much we rely on our cell phones when AT&T experienced a day-long outage.  We do not have a land line in the house, but we do have a fax line.  Once I realized that I'd have no connection to the outside world, I dug around in some boxes in the attic to find a phone with a cord.  I (literally) blew the dust off of it and plugged it in into the fax line.  The dude was watching my every move, as always, and stared down the phone.  I could just see him thinking "what is that thing-a-ma-bobber?"  The dude knows how to use my Blackberry, even down to the scroll ball, but he didn't know what to do with a regular phone!  Knowing that naa-naad [granddad] was home, I showed the dude how to dial a number (I'm impressed that I remembered the number without speed dial) and held the receiver up to his ear.  He looked at me as if I'd put a monster near his head.  Then, naa-naad answered the phone and started talking to the dude and he realized that the thing-a-ma-bobber was pretty neat!  After a conversation with naa-naad, we hung up and I kinda forgot all about the phone after we got cell service back.  Until this morning, when I walked in to find this.....

I have no idea how many numbers he pushed or if he called anyone.  I guess we'll find out when we get the bill!

The dude has had a long-standing "issue" with eating.  After spending so long in the NICU and suffering from severe reflux, he lost the skills to eat.  He had an NG tube for the first year of life and has been going to therapy several times a week for almost two years for feeding therapy.  

This is the dude "eating" - we used a pump to administer formula through the tube in his nose, down into his stomach.

A close up of the tube

I don't even know how to describe just how difficult it has been to teach him that eating is fun and that it doesn't hurt (no thanks to the reflux and puking).  We've spent many hours, thrown our own tantrums, and traveled thousands of miles to see different specialists, all to help the dude.  It's still a constant battle with him, but it is getting so much better.  We are just getting to the point where we can all sit down at the table and eat.  And it's truly amazing.  So, when I'm able to capture a picture like this, it's something to celebrate!  

Super Dude's favorite thing to do with a cup and straw ~ bubbles!!!

[if you can't hear the video, make sure the video isn't muted]

don't rain on my parade

A few weeks ago, naa-naad [granddad] and gamma came over for a play date while mommy and daddy went out to dinner.  I don't know why they didn't take me, but I thought they'd never leave!  I have naa-naad and gamma all figured out and I couldn't wait to play them, err...I mean, play with them -- they let me do everything that mommy and daddy don't AND they don't put me in time out.  All I have to do is grin and giggle and I've bought myself a ticket to get out of jail for free.

I have a little dump truck that nana [daddy's mommy] got me for Christmas and it holds some of my blocks.  It didn't take long to trick that silly gamma into pulling me around the house in the truck.  Round and round and round.  My naa-naad is always worrying and was telling gamma to "be careful" but I giggled and smiled so she'd go faster!

Well, mommy and daddy don't like for me to climb into the truck and try to take myself for a spin.  Something about falling and getting hurt.  Whatever.  I finally convinced mommy to take me for a spin around the house in the dump truck and it turned into quite a parade with LaLa following behind.  It was so much fun that when mommy put the truck away in my room, I sneaked in there and tried to climb into it all by myself (I am a big boy now, you know).  But, I got stuck.  One leg in, one leg out, booty up in the air.  I tried to figure out a way out of it before mommy and daddy saw me and said "I told you so" but I finally had to call for help.  Oh well.  I'll try again another day!

Daddy took the video below.