Now with its own blog!We attended a lovely wedding last weekend and love was all around. My son and another little boy had a wonderful time together. So did all the children there. My husband captured this brief moment. But it was just one of many. It truly was a wedding of hugging and love.
I was horrified to learn my boy was wearing shoes a size too small for him and yet he learned to walk anyway. What a hero! So we set out to buy him new shoes. They must be flexible, cushioned and most importantly shoes, he'd wear. My boy cares about two items of clothing: shoes and pants. He'll rip off disapproved choices in a hurry. But shoes and pants he likes are a dream.
We're still in the honeymoon phase of walking. Little T loves to carry things to me. Anything, a stuffed animal, a sock, whatever. Just so I can watch him walk down the passage carrying that thing. Little legs go straight up and down. A toy soldier's march. Not yet the proper gait of a real walker. I find it so endearing.
We spent most of Saturday shopping. We walked and walked and walked on a trek to find shoes for Little T and Special K. Who knew shoes would be so hard? Little T loved every moment of it. It's hard to believe he just started walking three weeks ago. I marvel at each new terrain he conquers. On Thursday, he scaled sand, but only ventured a few steps on grass holding my hand. Yesterday at a friend's party he strode confidently across the lawn. He still holds his hand high in victory sometimes but less and less.
He also wants my hand less and less. Occasionally he grabs me firmly, and I must follow. But most of the time he walks off. He never looks back. I must follow after him.
At the park on Thursday a little girl threw sand in his eyes. He cried and cried. I scooped him up, terrified. I examined his eyes closely. The tears washed the sand away after thirty seconds. He sniffed and pushed me away. He wanted to get up and play walk again.
When we go to other people's houses, he just walks off now. I must go find him. At this age, my daughter used to come back for a little hug and a sit in my lap. A little warmup. He's off as soon as he can. Sure, he smiles when he sees me, but if I try to hug or kiss him, he pushes me away with a soft annoyed grunt.
Now don't get me wrong. He's a very cuddly guy, but at sleepy time, naptime, story time. All times when he doesn't have shoes on. These shoes are made for walking.
Pat Bentar sang "Love is a battlefield." She must have been singing about Special K and Little T. Special K call this "a battle." "I just decided to do a battle that day." They playfully wrestle all the time together and hug and laugh and laugh. Here's the video proof.
Special K said "What about me?" So here I give you two snippets from her star performance at her holiday preschool sing.
For every song she sang like this with her heart in every note, faithfully miming every motion to every song. She might have a career in show business. Do you know who Shirley Temple is? I think America's ready for a Eurasian one, but alas these are among the only two where she faces the camera most of the time! ;)
Here's my wonder boy's first day of walking. He still walks with his arm held up in victory.
Special K has snuggled her brother right from the start. Every morning she loves to climb in our bed and snuggle everyone. I got this on camera, because we were at a wedding in May of last year.
His hair looks so funny from the chemo. We call it his old man look.
Little T's bone age said he was between 1 year 3 months and 1 year 6 months. Chronologically he's 2 years and 1/2 month. This means his growth is indeed delayed. In the strange world of Little T land, it's a good thing, because it means he won't be a shrimp and explains why it took him so long to walk.
We're going to see an endocrinologist on Monday.
On the bright side he started walking on Saturday. He can walk household distances. On his first day he could already turn, pivot and squat.
Sorry I haven't been posting much. I have a cold and bad allergies. Everyone had health problems in September including my cats. Even my daughter got sick. I needed a bit more support than this blog currently provides.
Now as least my daughter got over her flu. My husband C is slowly recovering from his pneumonia. My cat Mori seems to have recovered from his respiratory infection. My cat Sephi has lost weight, and may have hyperthyroidism, but tests showed that she was on the high side of normal. So I'm going to wait a couple months. If she's still losing weight, we'll test her thyroid again. If it's still the same, we'll look for cancer.
