Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Because it's cute & I'm busy

To say I'm a tad overwhelmed right now would be a drastic understatement. The end of my school semester is rapidly approaching, meaning that I have several assignments and projects due over the next week. We're also playing host to five adults and one toddler (in addition to my own, of course) this weekend. This has resulted in a mad cleaning and organizing frenzy on my part.

Which has led to me realize just how much I have to do before Baby Two arrives in August. I allowed myself to write out a to-do list tonight (something I had previously avoided because I didn't want my Type A self to have a meltdown) and, wow-- we're going to be busy. Besides the obvious getting-ready-for-baby stuff, like laundry & shopping & preparing the nursery, we're playing musical rooms with the bedrooms in our house. Meaning, Matt & I will be moving our bedroom upstairs into what is now our gym room (our master is currently downstairs, an arrangment I have hated from the moment Camden was born. And to have a toddler and a newborn sleeping upstairs while we're downstairs? No thanks!) Then, Camden will be moving into his current playroom, which is the bigger of the remaining bedrooms upstairs. And Camden's little sister will be taking over Camden's current room, so it will need some redecorating. Our master bedroom that's currently downstairs will become the new gym room. See? It's a lot.

So, right now, I'm just focusing on getting through hosting duties this weekend, and the end of the school semester next week, and then I'll start obsessing over my crazy to-do list.

Now, I will leave you with some cute:

Camden and his cousins. From left: Jacob (age 6.5), Will (2), Camden, and Alex (4.5). Picture courtesy of my talented sister, who will hopefully be kicking off her photography business sometime next year. Remember that, Raleigh-Durham area readers!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

I'm a little overdue for this, I know.

How far along? 21 weeks.
Total weight gain: About 10 lbs.
Maternity clothes: I can still pull off non maternity shirts, depending on the style, but maternity pants are a must.
Sleep: Not horrible, not great. I make several hundred trips to the bathroom per night.
Cravings: Nothing in particular. I am NOT a fan of fast food this pregnancy, which is probably a blessing.
Best moment this week: I bought my first little girl outfit! I'm trying to hold off on going on a bigger shopping spree until after my 3D ultrasound in May (because, you know, I've heard so many stories about girl ultrasounds being wrong!) but I did allow myself to buy a little polka-dot dress.
Movement: Oh, yes. She is an active little girl, especially at night when I'm trying to sleep and when I'm eating. These are the exact same times Camden was most active in my belly too.
Gender: Girl. To be confirmed on May 12th.
Labor signs: Nada. Let's keep it that way 'til August.
Bellybutton in or out: Still in and normal looking for now.
What I miss: Not having a UTI! Seriously, this pregnancy has been crazy with the UTIs. Thank goodness they're not symptomatic (both times, I didn't even know I had one until my OB's office called to tell me), but still-- this is getting ridiculous. I'm on UTI number 2 in 2 months. I had no idea how much more common they are during pregnancy; I didn't have this issue with Camden at all.
What I am looking forward to: 3D ultrasound in a few weeks!
Milestones: I'm halfway through the pregnancy! That's both exciting and scary.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Goodbye, Early Intervention

In June of last year, Camden had his evaluation to determine if he qualified for services through the Infant-Toddler program, North Carolina's branch of Early Intervention. At the time, he was just over 18 months old, and was babbling up a storm, but talking very little. He might've had 5 words at the time? The evaluation determined that he didn't technically qualify for services because he scored highly in other areas, but his expressive communication did come back as "mildly delayed". Thus, they evaluator decided to make a clinical recommendation to admit him into the program.

Camden started speech therapy through Early Intervention shortly thereafter, and you may recall that I ended up breaking up with his first therapist after nearly two months and no progress to show for it. (Well, that and the fact that she was habitually late to our sessions.) It was then that I switched Camden to private therapy, where he still remains (and where he has really excelled). I made the decision to keep him in the Infant-Toddler program, though, since apraxia was mentioned as a possible diagnosis before he was talking last year. If he was indeed apraxic, I wanted the option of placing him in a "special" preschool when the time came, ideally a preschool with an SLP on staff. Even though our involvement with the Infant-Toddler program was very little once we made the switch to private therapy, we did still see Camden's caseworker on a bi-monthly basis to check in, and she did come to observe his speech therapy sessions occasionally.

Recently, his caseworker contacted me to let me know that she'd like to schedule a meeting to talk about transition options, since all toddlers have to be transitioned out of the program by the age of 3. We met at my house a week ago and I listened carefully to all of the options, including the specialized preschool that I had been interested in a year ago. However, I knew that these options were no longer the right fit for Camden, and that it would make the most sense to remove him from the program entirely at this point. His caseworker listened to me thoughtfully, and then agreed with my assessment. She said that sometimes parents of the children she works with choose to remove their kids from the program and she strongly advises them against their decision; in Camden's case, though, she said that she felt totally comfortable closing out his file considering all of the progress he's made over the last several months. We met again a few days ago and completed the final paperwork, so Camden is officially done with Early Intervention.

I'll admit that whether or not he still needs to be in speech therapy had been weighing heavily on my mind lately (mostly because private speech therapy is so darn expensive and our insurance has been a nightmare about reimbursing us!). Then, over Easter, my mom made the comment about how well Camden is talking and how she understands so much of what he says now, and my thoughts returned once again to removing him from therapy.

 I know there's a broad range of what's considered normal in terms of language development when a child is not quite two and a half. I hear some kids Camden's age that talk in full, complete, adult-like sentences; I hear others that are putting two words together to form short sentences. Camden is somewhere in the middle. He forms up to 6 word sentences now, but they are words strung together and aren't grammatically appropriate all of the time ("Me more milk please, Mommy.") So, I'm guessing his speech is about average for his age? What his therapist is mainly focusing on now is the fact that Camden knows how to make the /h/ sound in isolation, but will consistently leave it off the front of words that start with /h/. So, "hot" is "ot" and "hi" is "iiii". Other than that, she's working on correcting very typical two year old errors, like subsituting a /t/ sound for a /c/ sound (i.e. "cat" is "tat").

Taking all of this into consideration, I had planned on having a discussion with Amanda, his therapist, at our session earlier this week about potentially ending Camden's therapy sometime early this summer. Then, my mom mentioned that she had discussed it with my dad, and he strongly suggested that Camden stay in therapy at least a few more months. He noted how much progress he's made, and that therapy is obviously working, so why quit? He also mentioned the worry of regression without therapy. I should mention that my parents are funding Camden's therapy, so obviously their opinions play an important part in our decision making.

What we ultimately concluded is that Camden will remain in therapy with Amanda until she goes on maternity leave in late August. (Side note: remember my post about Amanda doing IVF at my RE's office? Well, her first round of IVF worked and she is expecting a baby girl about a week after me!). That gives us a few more months to work with, and I will continue to collect material during these months so that I can keep working with Camden at home post-therapy too. Also, that means he'll be nearly three when therapy ends and, if needed, he can always start speech therapy again through the school system once he begins preschool (for free!). I feel very comfortable with this decision.

So, while Camden has graduated from Early Intervention, he'll be sticking out speech therapy for a few more months. I'm so thankful for the progress he's made, and I'm so proud of our little man. If you have a young child with a potential speech delay or disorder that's concerning you, I can't express strongly enough how highly I recommend contacting Early Intervention and starting therapy at a young age. I had my doubts that therapy could be effective with a child as young as 2 years old, but my chatty boy is my daily proof that it does indeed work.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Twos are Also Funny.

My sister has said several times that the twos are her favorite kid age and I can understand why. Camden makes me laugh all.the.time.

My favorite moments from the past week, in no particular order:

At naptime today, Camden looked over at me and stated matter-of-factly, "Mommy pretty." Aww, right? Before I had a chance to thank him and tell him how sweet he is, he followed that up with, "Me Daddy no pretty." (Sorry, Matt, but I have to admit that I laughed when he said that. A lot.)

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Camden is obsessed with his "dadow", which you might know as a shadow. We were walking back from his cousin's house last night after it had started to get dark and the street lights were on-- the perfect setting for "dadows". Camden watched his shadow follow him the entire way home and narrated the process with, "Come on, dadow", and "Me dadow in grass." When we got to the front door, he was not happy when his shadow had to stay outside, but he happily reunited with it as soon as we set foot outside this morning; he yelled, "Hi, Dadow!" as if greeting an old friend.

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Yesterday afternoon, I ran out into our backyard when I noticed our side gate had been left opened. Our dog was outside and I didn't want her to escape. Camden stood at the back door and, just as I was about to come back inside, he pulled the sliding glass door shut and locked it. He smiled at me through the glass and declared, "Door locked, Mommy." Thanks, buddy, I happened to notice that. (He unlocked it a couple of minutes later. The reason this was funny instead of reason to panic? I easily could've walked around front and gone in through the garage if he hadn't finally decided I was allowed back in.)

He might've said he's "no pretty", but he sure does love his Daddy.

Hi. I combine cute & funny, so that no one can ever stay mad at me.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Hoppy Eah-ter!

Before he fell asleep tonight, Camden told me "Hoppy Eah-ter, Mommy" about 300 times. He also lifted up my shirt, rubbed my belly, and said, "Hi, baby" and "Night night, baby." I just love that kid. So much.



Happy Easter, everyone. It was a good one over here. The night before Easter, we dyed eggs with Nan (my dad was out of town for the Masters tournament, so Mom stayed with us for Easter).

We combined family Easter traditions for Camden. In Matt's family, the Easter bunny always hid the eggs the kids dyed so that Matt and his siblings could find them on Easter morning. In my family, the Easter bunny didn't mess with our eggs, but he did hide our baskets. So, Camden had to hunt for both his dyed eggs and his basket on Easter morning. We like to make him work for his gifts.

Working hard with Nan.

Yay! Another egg found!

He found his basket in the bath tub.

The Easter bunny was good to Camden and filled his baskets with goodies like bubbles, a Mickey Mouse book with figurines, some Mickey tattoos, sidewalk chalk, and plenty of candy. We then had my family over for Easter dinner (okay, so I simply provided the house; my mom cooked the food. You wouldn't want me in charge of preparing Easter dinner, trust me.). It was nice to let the kids play outside, eat a traditional Easter dinner, and spend time with some of my most favorite people.





As you can see, boys seriously outnumber girls in our family.

Oh, and we might have come up with a baby name today. I say "might" because I reserve the right to change my mind (several times). I'm pretty sure I had at least 2 or 3 changes of heart when I was pregnant with Camden. But at this very moment, I'm loving this particular name. (I'll share when I'm sure my mind won't be changing. So maybe after she is born.)

Hoppy Eah-ter to all!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Dear Camden

Dear Camden,

You are rapidly approaching two and a half years old and I am still loving every minute of being your mom. The twos come with some challenges, yes (they don't call them "terrible twos" for nothing!), but they also come with a great deal of learning, love, entertainment, and laughter.

My most favorite things about you right now?

You punctuate every sentence with "Mommy". It doesn't matter what you're telling me-- it has to end with my name. As if trying to provide me with a perfect example, you just yelled, "Me juice mess, Mommy!" after dropping your juice cup on the floor.

Your persistance. The entire ride home from speech this morning (about a 30 minute drive), you repeated this same sentence on a loop: "Me baby sheep, Mommy!". You remembered you left your little plastic sheep at your cousin's house the nigt before and you weren't going to let me forget to pick it up. I'm fairly certain you didn't even pause to take a breath between sentences either. I'll admit that hearing the same sentence for 30 minutes straight was somewhat akin to Chinese Water Torture, but it also made me smile.

Your "reading". I love to hear you say, "My turn, Mommy" when it's time to read books before bed. You sit with a book open on your lap, and I listen quietly as you recite lines and phrases that you remember hearing when I read it to you. I love that you pay that much attention to my reading and I love that you want to try it yourself. After you're done, you hand the book to me and say, "Mommy's turn."

Your affection. If we ask for your affection these days, we'll surely be denied. You're too busy to be bothered with giving your mom and dad hugs and kisses. But if we don't ask, and often when we least expect it, you'll come up and give us a big hug and kiss. You're always so excited to see "Me Daddy!" when he gets home from work and you finally said "Love Mommy" totally unprompted for the first time a few days ago. Melt my heart!

But, like I said, there are challenges that come with the Two Territory. I mentioned your strong love of the word "no" in a previous post. We've since started implementing timeouts, and I'm proud to say they've (thus far) worked very well. If you're saying no normally (minus the 'tude), that's not a timeout-worthy offense. But, if you say it loudly and with lots of sass, you get a warning to start using your manners before heading to the timeout chair for two minutes. So far, you've been good about staying in the chair, and it really does seem to be all you need to "reset" your mood.

On a totally unrelated note, we also bought you a potty chair a few weeks back. My intention was not to start potty training you right now, but I wanted you to get used to the chair and the idea of using it. Daddy also picked up a couple of books about learning to use the potty at the library-- a big hit with you. So far, you're interested in sitting on your potty chair when Mommy or Daddy are using the bathroom, but always fully clothed. And that's fine-- it's a step. I'm not going to push it, but I would love to have you out of diapers before your new sister's arrival. But if it doesn't happen? No biggie-- you'll get there when you're ready.

I'm soaking up these last several months with you as my "only" child. I want you to always know how special and loved you are, my first born.

Love,
Mommy