Toddler's Weekend
Nov. 10th, 2003 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalHad a good weekend with Thomas. Friday was consumed with a meeting with Thomas' teachers, four in total. One of them hinted that he seemed "Obsessed" with patterns, which set Tracy and I off a bit, but the rest of them thought Thomas was making good progress and gave us some suggestions for things to try at home.
Thomas took the opportunity to accelerate his speach over the next 2 1/2 days, actually *repeating* words when we said them, and filling in the blanks when we started sentences and encouraged him to finish them. Also, using handsigns, he started making requests in simple sentences ("Thomas bubbles!" ("Let's play with bubbles!) "Thomas gate!" (Open the gate so I can play around upstairs) and the biggie, "Thomas want milk!" (touches his own chest, touches his fists together, and then makes the sign for milk.))
It was all very heartening. I'm hoping we can translate the success with handsigns into spoken words soon. It'd be a *great* Christmas present to us all.
Anyway, I ended up watching Thomas most of Saturday while Tracy was at work. Sunday I ended up crashing for some reason while Thomas napped in the afternoon, and we both slept three hours. The morning was spent with Tracy trying *very* hard not to bitch slap me, after I took Thomas downstairs in the basement. While I was goofing off on the computer he managed to climb up onto the sewing table, and then fall straight off, his head carooming off the metal wheelbase of Tracy's swivel chair. Thomas didn't even get a knot on his head, but he got a nasty headache, and cried his poor eyes out.
Nothing else happened, really, aside from Steve almost burning the house down Saturday night when he started a grease fire boiling up spiroili fries in oil. Fortunately we did have a fire extinguisher. :-)
Thomas took the opportunity to accelerate his speach over the next 2 1/2 days, actually *repeating* words when we said them, and filling in the blanks when we started sentences and encouraged him to finish them. Also, using handsigns, he started making requests in simple sentences ("Thomas bubbles!" ("Let's play with bubbles!) "Thomas gate!" (Open the gate so I can play around upstairs) and the biggie, "Thomas want milk!" (touches his own chest, touches his fists together, and then makes the sign for milk.))
It was all very heartening. I'm hoping we can translate the success with handsigns into spoken words soon. It'd be a *great* Christmas present to us all.
Anyway, I ended up watching Thomas most of Saturday while Tracy was at work. Sunday I ended up crashing for some reason while Thomas napped in the afternoon, and we both slept three hours. The morning was spent with Tracy trying *very* hard not to bitch slap me, after I took Thomas downstairs in the basement. While I was goofing off on the computer he managed to climb up onto the sewing table, and then fall straight off, his head carooming off the metal wheelbase of Tracy's swivel chair. Thomas didn't even get a knot on his head, but he got a nasty headache, and cried his poor eyes out.
Nothing else happened, really, aside from Steve almost burning the house down Saturday night when he started a grease fire boiling up spiroili fries in oil. Fortunately we did have a fire extinguisher. :-)
