Mama (to Maggie): I'll have to talk to Travis about it.
Andrew: Travis come back home?
Mama: Do you know who Travis is? What is Travis's other name?
Mama: That's right! What's my name?
Mama: Very good. What's my other name?
Andrew (happening across my Juno coffee mug on the table): Oh, Juno!
Daddy: What's Juno, Andrew?
Daddy: That's right! Where is Juno going?
Andrew: The airport.
Mama: What have you got there, Andrew?
Andrew: Key. Magic key.
Mama: What does it do?
Andrew (closes his fist and inserts key into it. turns key. opens fist): Open! (closes fist) Closed!
I have been given the status of MMI - Maximum Medical Improvement by my worker's comp doctor. So the ankle saga is officially over, a little more than 5 months after it began.
Of course, it will never *really* be over. I continue to stretch it and strengthen it so that I can gain back not just basic functionality, but some athleticism. I'm starting some hiking training. Mt. Elbert, I'm looking at you!
As my Mother's Day gift, Clara slept from 8:30pm to 4:30am last night with nary a peep. This is 2 hours longer than the longest block she has ever slept in her life, ever (and she's only done 6 hours at once maybe three times before). After a quick nurse, she went back to sleep and needed to be awakened at 8:45am. Then she napped from 1:15p-4:45p.
Yesterday, we had an appointment for the kids with the Genetics department at the Children's Hospital to discuss the kids' puffy foot condition and the possibility that they have Congenital Primary Lymphedema, aka Milroy's Disease.
It takes 4-6 months to get an appointment with Genetics, and I've had to delay ours twice due to (a) broken ankle and (b) work commitments. But we finally made it. We ended up showing up apparently an hour late, even though I had confirmed the appointment time twice with them...
The appointment was two parts. We first spoke to a genetic counselor and a graduate student who took a detailed family history. I had typed up a document with all the stories relayed to my by my father-in-law of family members who had had some kind of puffy lower extremity and even drawn my own family tree, but it turned out they wanted to draw their own. The also wanted to take family history from my side of the family, to get a "complete genetic picture," in case there are related conditions that could come into play. They told us a lot of things we already knew - dominant trait, 50% chance of each child having it, etc. etc.
Then in the second part, the geneticist (an MD) came in and did a physical exam on both of the kids, but mostly Andrew, because he could do more gross motor stuff like chase a bouncy ball around the room. She was great! The exam felt to him just like playtime! After she did a total body examination, she made some notes, then looked me straight in the eye and said, "I think you are right. I think it's Milroy's." Validation!
They know which chromosome that the Milroy's mutation resides on 70% of the time (30% of the time it's somewhere else). So the doc is recommending a blood test to isolate that section of DNA. Because the mutation can live somewhere else, there's a 30% chance of getting a false negative. But if we got a negative result, we might take a look at some other conditions it might be.
We aren't entirely sure that we'll do the test yet, as we're not sure what the cost will be.
Since Andrew's actual birthday occurred while we were in Norway, we packed a couple small toys for him and had a small celebration there, but we saved the big event for the weekend after. Grandma and Grandpa were in town, so they got to visit. Grandma's birthday is in a couple of weeks so we made it a joint celebration.
We decided to spread the present out over the course of the day, to give him time to play with and enjoy them before the next onslaught came. Since his bout of stomach flu, he's been really into Cars the movie, particularly Tow Mater, the hillbilly tow truck. As much as I'd like to stay away from kid's marketing and branding, I have to say that it's addictive when I know that he likes the character, to walk through the store and just load up on something I know he'll love.
Shopping for kids is altogether too much fun.
All of the presents and cards
Round 1: From Nana and Papa - a small, easy-open, handmade backpack, and the "Inside Freight Train" book. Also, a Mickey Mouse puzzle exactly like one that Mama had when she was a kid. (Thank you, rummage sale.)
Andrew took a break to go to story time at the library with Grandma and Grandpa. He received new birthday sunglasses for the occasion. (The balloon was supposed to be for Grandma, but who can resist the request of "Balloon - Andrew hold it!"?)
We served cake and ice cream after lunch so that, if anything, the sugar rush would disturb nap time and not night sleep.
Round 2: Cars bedsheets and a large stuffed Tow Mater truck. Also Cars underpants. I am a total sucker. But also - the lure of the bedsheets got him to take a nap that day, and he finally transitioned to wearing underpants (instead of going commando). So whatever works. Also, some books and a fun card from Uncle Devin and Aunt Kathleen.
Round 3: Some cute Alaska socks from Grandma and Grandpa. More puzzles, books, and underwear. And a sturdy backpack from Mom and Dad to take on plane trips.
It was a really fun day. It's fun to see him so into opening gifts and enjoying the stuff so much. I'm so proud of the little boy he is becoming - so sweet and funny and a good problem solver and very creative. I can't believe how far we've come. It feels like he's been in my life forever, but it also seems like no time at all.
The kids have really been enjoying the elephant slide that Grandpa built for Travis when he was a baby. Andrew is getting very good at taking turns, and loves to take turns with all of his stuffed animals: "Tigey turn! Tow truck turn! Andrew turn!"
Clara likes to crawl underneath it and watch brother go up the steps, but recently she has made it to the top, both by climbing the steps and climbing the sliding board. She is quite the climber these days, climbing anywhere she can find a foothold. She can make it from the main level upstairs in approximately 8.2 seconds. And it's faster if you've walked into the other room and aren't paying attention...
Clara's hair had a similar feature to Andrew's as an infant - she was rocking a pretty awesome rattail. Unlike Andrew's this grew out down her back. It was becoming difficult to keep untangled, and it was hard to see how it would integrate into her eventual hairstyle, so... we lopped it off.
I told Travis when Andrew was a 10 month old who looked like a hobo that you can't cut a baby's hair before they turn one. But here I eat my words.