In the middle of the day while I was at work, Kevin met with the early intervention peeps today. Hannah qualifies, and we're waiting for a physical therapist and a speech therapist to become available. There's only three of each working in our area, and we let them know our preferences on who our therapists would be. It sounds like it usually takes a few weeks, maybe a month, but sometimes longer until there's an opening because another child turned three and aged out of the program or met their goals and graduated out. Kevin sounds like he really wished that I was there, and was frustrated when being asked what his goals were for Hannah's therapy. The governmental paper-pusher type prodded him a lot as she didn't think "I want her to be able to walk and talk" were specific enough answers. I wouldn't know what they were looking for, quite honestly. That's why we've called you, people! You're the professionals. Help us set goals and show us how to help Hannah reach them. So, we're waiting. Again.
Hannah's new word is "shoes." She likes to take her shoes and socks off, particularly in the car seat. At home she hands shoes to me to put them on her feet, and then she takes them back off again. Hannah likes to take off my slip off shoes and put them back on my feet. She was un-tieing Nana's tennis shoes this weekend, as well. Baby, Mama thinks about shoes for you a lot, too. I'd love to get you some new shoes, but can't pull the trigger for a new pair of gold Pedipeds from the new couture collection. They are beautiful... I know. No one is selling these gently used on eBay yet.
We're working on animal names and the sounds they make. She won't say these things spontaneously, but I hear back that dogs say "oof oof" and ducks say "cack cack" every once in awhile.
Two weeks from today we'll be on a week long trip that involves a couple of airplane rides. Any guesses as to where we'll be going? We've been planning trip for several months and are sooooo excited!
No photos for a long while. Mama's tired from the stress of a new job situation, the 40 minute commute, trying to keep up with the house, and just doesn't have it in her right now. I'll leave you with something that warmed my heart. Kevin and I were picking up toys in our great room today and putting them away. Kevin remarked that he wished that she had a bigger place to play. I tentatively suggested, "Have you ever thought about giving up your computer room and turning it into a play room?" It was hard for me to suggest this to a man that sees working on his computers like some guys work on their 70s muscle car in the garage. Always tinkering, needing some new part. Well, I could hardly believe it when he admitted that he'd been thinking about it, and it was a good idea. It was one of those moments in our relationship when I stopped in awe that he's grown up so much since becoming a dad. I never thought that I'd hear him volunteering to give up what he once referred to as "the only room in the house that's all mine." It's going to take some work to get rid of a lot of parts and a lot of junk that has been held on to, but I think we'll be much happier when we get the toys out of the great room that we LIVE in. And... we'll have to do something about the tangerine walls and black leather curtains before we call it the playroom.