Since we have last posted, we had our 3 month post placement, survived 80% of another marching band season, have kept being knocked down with strep, h1n1, sinus, cough, cold and I have gone back to work which was a devastating blow for mommy. Teamir is assimilating to daycare and actually thriving. He will be 15 months next week. He is on the cusp of walking...we are not quite there yet. He does not have any words although he babbles constantly and is zoning in on the meaning of mama, calls his cow "goo goo" because we said it says moo, and calls bananas "MMMMMMM". He know that our dog is our dog...."where's doggie?"...knows a ball is a ball "where's ball" - doesn't know daddy or mommy yet...am I crushed? Nope. Realistically, I would say T is lagging a little behind but there is a fire of curiosity in his soul...he will most likely catch up. I may check with early intervention in the next couple of months. I am speech language pathologist and talk to him constantly - perhaps his first words will be "shut up, mom". His height and weight are still WAY off the chart but a measurement we have been very private about it cruising nicely onto the chart - head circumference has gone from off the chart to 10th percentile. I love him more and more each day as if that is possible and in watching home movies of our trip (four months have passed) the difference in attachment is phenomenal. Another thing we have not blogged about much is his foot. He has a mild postural clubfoot upon referral. Gladney rocked in terms of seeking treatment for it and it is almost entirely corrected - he wears a brace at night to correct his foot position. Teamir is my heart and my joy.
We are on the cusp of starting paperchase #2 for his younger sibling. I am enjoying motherhood muchly.
Life is grand!
Peace
