I am so excited tonight. Little Miss has been going to a PreSchool for the developmentally delayed. She has had a severe speech delay. When she was evaluated by the preschool in June of this year she was below the charts. You have to be under the 2nd percentile to even qualify, so that tells you how far behind she was. At 3 she was 1 year 4 months delayed. That is quite significant. Right after the evaluation we started with a private speech therapist while we waited for school to start this fall. She improved slowly.
Recently things have really picked up. Her speech therapist at school and her teacher both thought it was time to retest her, so today it was finished. I am proud to say that she no longer qualifies for her preschool. She has excelled very quickly and is doing great. She is now in the 79th Percentile and is at a 3 year 10 month speech development. (she is only 3 years 4 months) I am thrilled beyond belief. I knew her private therapist we were using was FANTASTIC, but this exceeded all of our expectations. Needless to say she tested herself right out of preschool and out of her speech therapy too. Her articulation needs a little help so we are finishing out the year with her private therapist, but I am just so proud of my baby!! It has been so great to see her accomplish so much! Great Job Little Miss!!!
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Monday, November 06, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Urgent Care!
Today while enjoying my chill time with both kids at preschool I get a phone call.
Nurse: Hello Mrs N, this is Ruth from the Preschool, I am the school nurse. Your daughter Little Miss hit her head and I think she should go to the doctor.
Me:(Thinking, she hits her head a lot, she always gets a goose egg, I will look at it though.) What I said: Okay.
Nurse: I am thinking she might need stitches.
Me:(Again thinking, umm that isn't just hit in the head now is it??) Oh a cut, I will be there right away.
Nurse: We were hoping you would come and get her.
So I get in the car and I am thinking oh crap, now she has a cut on her pretty little face, and stitches on it. Darnit, hopefully it won't be too noticeable. I call Randy and we chuckle, our kids are dare devils, this will be the third trip to urgent care, so we find a little humor. I get there and she is laying down with an ice pack and I realize it is on the back of her head. *sigh of relief here*. Apparently she fell off of the swing, and they showed me the split in the back of her head. (I need to ask a few more details, I saw her head and we kind of jetted out of there.) I was like YOU THINK she needs stitches? They were good and calm, so was I but I had NO DOUBT she would need stitches. So off we go to get Little Man from school because I couldn't get a hold of anyone to pick him up, and then to urgent care. Thankfully I got a hold of my Mom to meet me there so she could take Little Man to her house.
We get there and we wait. Don't you love that, bleeding kid and I have to wait, but whatever. I was a little worried she seemed a little tired, but I was like I am sure she is fine. The poor kid has whacked her head enough times and been just fine, this one should be the same right? Thankfully we didn't have to wait too long. My Mom and Little Man hung out, he wanted to watch. He remembered his stitches and was telling her how brave he was and how it would all be okay. Way to go Little Man!! But he was getting a little wild so he decided it was okay to leave with Grandma so he could get some ice cream.
The doctor came in looked at it and said, well we can tie her hair shut and glue it, but we will have to cut the glue out so we'll have to cut some of the hair short, but it won't be traumatic or painful. I am sure I had a horrified look on my face, her hair is finally getting long and so pretty!! He said or we can do stitches, but it might be traumatic for her. I asked which is better, he said stitches, and I said she is tough stitches it is. Like I wanted to let them cut her hair!!! He asked if I was sure, and I said yeah she is tough. She hadn't even whimpered since I picked her up. So he thought for a minute and said if she is really that tough let's staple it, it will be done quickly and it will be neat and it will be okay. I said you are the doctor go ahead. So he did. I am pleased to say my daughter did not cry, my three year old Little Miss said Ow, not nice, in a little voice. She shook her head when it was done, and we left happily with a yellow sucker and two staples in the back of her head. I was so proud of her, and she has informed everyone her head is all better the doctor fixed it. She is a brave little girl!
Nurse: Hello Mrs N, this is Ruth from the Preschool, I am the school nurse. Your daughter Little Miss hit her head and I think she should go to the doctor.
Me:(Thinking, she hits her head a lot, she always gets a goose egg, I will look at it though.) What I said: Okay.
Nurse: I am thinking she might need stitches.
Me:(Again thinking, umm that isn't just hit in the head now is it??) Oh a cut, I will be there right away.
Nurse: We were hoping you would come and get her.
So I get in the car and I am thinking oh crap, now she has a cut on her pretty little face, and stitches on it. Darnit, hopefully it won't be too noticeable. I call Randy and we chuckle, our kids are dare devils, this will be the third trip to urgent care, so we find a little humor. I get there and she is laying down with an ice pack and I realize it is on the back of her head. *sigh of relief here*. Apparently she fell off of the swing, and they showed me the split in the back of her head. (I need to ask a few more details, I saw her head and we kind of jetted out of there.) I was like YOU THINK she needs stitches? They were good and calm, so was I but I had NO DOUBT she would need stitches. So off we go to get Little Man from school because I couldn't get a hold of anyone to pick him up, and then to urgent care. Thankfully I got a hold of my Mom to meet me there so she could take Little Man to her house.
We get there and we wait. Don't you love that, bleeding kid and I have to wait, but whatever. I was a little worried she seemed a little tired, but I was like I am sure she is fine. The poor kid has whacked her head enough times and been just fine, this one should be the same right? Thankfully we didn't have to wait too long. My Mom and Little Man hung out, he wanted to watch. He remembered his stitches and was telling her how brave he was and how it would all be okay. Way to go Little Man!! But he was getting a little wild so he decided it was okay to leave with Grandma so he could get some ice cream.
The doctor came in looked at it and said, well we can tie her hair shut and glue it, but we will have to cut the glue out so we'll have to cut some of the hair short, but it won't be traumatic or painful. I am sure I had a horrified look on my face, her hair is finally getting long and so pretty!! He said or we can do stitches, but it might be traumatic for her. I asked which is better, he said stitches, and I said she is tough stitches it is. Like I wanted to let them cut her hair!!! He asked if I was sure, and I said yeah she is tough. She hadn't even whimpered since I picked her up. So he thought for a minute and said if she is really that tough let's staple it, it will be done quickly and it will be neat and it will be okay. I said you are the doctor go ahead. So he did. I am pleased to say my daughter did not cry, my three year old Little Miss said Ow, not nice, in a little voice. She shook her head when it was done, and we left happily with a yellow sucker and two staples in the back of her head. I was so proud of her, and she has informed everyone her head is all better the doctor fixed it. She is a brave little girl!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
It doesn't match Mom!
My little princess is 3. A cute cute three year old at that. She is a total crack up. In January she said maybe 4 or 5 words, and now she is saying 5 word sentences easy. I am so proud of her. And the more she learns to talk, the more I see who she really is, and how much like me she truly is.
As we were leaving speech a couple of weeks ago, she was getting a sticker from her speech therapist. She asked for two, and Elsa said, No you get one. She asked for a pink one, and she chose the pink sparkly heart. She promptly placed it on her shirt and then smiled, took it off and said no, I want the blue. Elsa said okay you can have the blue and you can keep the pink one. Smart kid huh? As soon as we are out of the building Little Princess looks at me and says, Mom pink match your shirt! And then she laughs, with the mischievous giggle that she has. And promptly hands me the sticker with this look of see what I did? She then goes on to blue, matches my blue shirt. See you match pink and pink. Quite proud of herself and the manipulation she had of Elsa.
Today we were eating and I had a pink bowl I was eating out of. No big deal right? Well to her is was a HUGE deal. Mom pink bowl doesn't match!! It doesn't match MOOOMMMMM!! I ask doesn't match what? Your shirt! Your shirt green, not pink. NO pink bowl.
She is concerned about matching and wants to match always. Concerned about colors and keeping them in the right order. You have to match. If you don't she will let you know. It is a crack up! In so many ways she is like me. I am not so concerned about what I eat out of matching but colors are something I am quite obsessive over, so she comes by in honestly!!
As we were leaving speech a couple of weeks ago, she was getting a sticker from her speech therapist. She asked for two, and Elsa said, No you get one. She asked for a pink one, and she chose the pink sparkly heart. She promptly placed it on her shirt and then smiled, took it off and said no, I want the blue. Elsa said okay you can have the blue and you can keep the pink one. Smart kid huh? As soon as we are out of the building Little Princess looks at me and says, Mom pink match your shirt! And then she laughs, with the mischievous giggle that she has. And promptly hands me the sticker with this look of see what I did? She then goes on to blue, matches my blue shirt. See you match pink and pink. Quite proud of herself and the manipulation she had of Elsa.
Today we were eating and I had a pink bowl I was eating out of. No big deal right? Well to her is was a HUGE deal. Mom pink bowl doesn't match!! It doesn't match MOOOMMMMM!! I ask doesn't match what? Your shirt! Your shirt green, not pink. NO pink bowl.
She is concerned about matching and wants to match always. Concerned about colors and keeping them in the right order. You have to match. If you don't she will let you know. It is a crack up! In so many ways she is like me. I am not so concerned about what I eat out of matching but colors are something I am quite obsessive over, so she comes by in honestly!!
Monday, August 07, 2006
Kiss My Bum!
Little Princess came down the stairs crying with her cute bum showing, she has my lack of butt so it happens! OWWW!! Brother hit me. OWWW Mommy, make it better. (She says it so cute though!!)
I ask Little Princess where the owie is, after I had pulled her pants up. She pulls the back of her pants down and said my Bum. Mommy Kiss my Bum. So I did. She hugged me and said oh, it's all better, and off she went. The things us Mom's do for our kids!
I ask Little Princess where the owie is, after I had pulled her pants up. She pulls the back of her pants down and said my Bum. Mommy Kiss my Bum. So I did. She hugged me and said oh, it's all better, and off she went. The things us Mom's do for our kids!
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