We currently see an in-home therapist once every two weeks and the wife takes Annie to PT/OT once a week as well. Holly is very good about doing therapy work-out sessions with Annie just about every day on top of it all.
The wife and I do a fair amount of singing around the house for no particular reason and there is always a definite reaction from the wee one. Whenever we sing her eyes brighten and she breaks into a broad grin. The other day at therapy, the PT gave Annie a toy piano to bang on and the wife said Annie went berserk in wide eyed wonder and amazement - as if she was witnessing her very first miracle. Too early to tell, I suppose, but we may have a musician on our hands. I actually had a dream the other night that Annabelle was a beautiful 20-something seated on stage in a darkened club strumming a guitar and singing into a microphone in front of a packed house of adoring fans.
Yesterday evening, the wife "released the hound" as usual when she heard my car pull into the drive. It's so great to be greeted by the Big Dawg when I come home - I am constantly reminded of the saying "The goal of a man's life is to be the kind of person his dawg thinks he is".
When I walked through the door, the peanut was in her papazan chair watching a video while mom was doing dishes. Annie's face beamed with joy and the arms started a-flailing when she saw me . . . she wouldn't take her eyes off me as I walked in and set my stuff down. It was one of the first times that it was totally obvious to me that she was excited to see me and wanted me to pick her up - which I did, of course. And then she proceeded to jabber all about her day with me.
As we near the end of another phase of construction on the house, the wife has been in full clean-up mode and the place really is looking nice - so nice to come home to a clean house full of a wife, dawg, and daughter who love you.
We decided to eat on the patio last night and set up Annie in her stroller with her stuffed Owl we picked up in Idyllwild. It was the first time I have ever seen her squeal and hug a stuffed toy to her face - it looks like we may be getting the hang of hugs . .
The other day my wife took a toy from Bella during a diaper change and it was the first time Annie-Lu has ever cried in response to having something taken away.
True to form, 99% of the time Annabelle smiles and coos and squeals or contentedly jabbers - all smiles all the time. A number of our friends who are parents themselves have remarked that they have never seen a more contended baby.
The exception lately has been when her little gums are bothering her (you can feel two little jagged teeth coming in dead-center in her lower gums. Annabalu is getting the hang of teething rings though and that is helping.
Annie is also learning about sippy cups although she has yet to actually use one. We usually put some watered down juice in it and make it available to her. She grabs the handle, bangs it around for a while and usually ends up chewing on the handle . . .
We are also experimenting with letting her feed herself by tossing little baby crackers on her tray or letting her take the spoon during feedings which so far has only succeeded in creating more laundry.
The other day I stood at the kitchen window doing dishes in the sun, Annie was happily jibbber-jabbing in her stroller behind me and I watched the dawg rolling on the back lawn and I thought, "Man, it ain't all bad . . ."
"Things are only going to get better", the wife said to me last night (a phrase we have used many times in our nearly 17 years of marriage). Then she clarified, "Things with Annie are only going to get better and better. Despite the difficulties, I have enjoyed every stage with Annabelle and it is just going to keep getting more and more fun. I love being her mom."
Well. It ain't all bad . . . .
Yesterday evening, the wife "released the hound" as usual when she heard my car pull into the drive. It's so great to be greeted by the Big Dawg when I come home - I am constantly reminded of the saying "The goal of a man's life is to be the kind of person his dawg thinks he is".
When I walked through the door, the peanut was in her papazan chair watching a video while mom was doing dishes. Annie's face beamed with joy and the arms started a-flailing when she saw me . . . she wouldn't take her eyes off me as I walked in and set my stuff down. It was one of the first times that it was totally obvious to me that she was excited to see me and wanted me to pick her up - which I did, of course. And then she proceeded to jabber all about her day with me.
As we near the end of another phase of construction on the house, the wife has been in full clean-up mode and the place really is looking nice - so nice to come home to a clean house full of a wife, dawg, and daughter who love you.
We decided to eat on the patio last night and set up Annie in her stroller with her stuffed Owl we picked up in Idyllwild. It was the first time I have ever seen her squeal and hug a stuffed toy to her face - it looks like we may be getting the hang of hugs . .
The other day my wife took a toy from Bella during a diaper change and it was the first time Annie-Lu has ever cried in response to having something taken away.
True to form, 99% of the time Annabelle smiles and coos and squeals or contentedly jabbers - all smiles all the time. A number of our friends who are parents themselves have remarked that they have never seen a more contended baby.
The exception lately has been when her little gums are bothering her (you can feel two little jagged teeth coming in dead-center in her lower gums. Annabalu is getting the hang of teething rings though and that is helping.
Annie is also learning about sippy cups although she has yet to actually use one. We usually put some watered down juice in it and make it available to her. She grabs the handle, bangs it around for a while and usually ends up chewing on the handle . . .
We are also experimenting with letting her feed herself by tossing little baby crackers on her tray or letting her take the spoon during feedings which so far has only succeeded in creating more laundry.
The other day I stood at the kitchen window doing dishes in the sun, Annie was happily jibbber-jabbing in her stroller behind me and I watched the dawg rolling on the back lawn and I thought, "Man, it ain't all bad . . ."
"Things are only going to get better", the wife said to me last night (a phrase we have used many times in our nearly 17 years of marriage). Then she clarified, "Things with Annie are only going to get better and better. Despite the difficulties, I have enjoyed every stage with Annabelle and it is just going to keep getting more and more fun. I love being her mom."
Well. It ain't all bad . . . .
2 comments:
It's all good....really, really, really it is!
"Things are only going to get better", the wife said to me last night -
Man oh man - I am so happy for you guys! Those offspring are magic.
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