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Joie de vivre - July 4th, 2009
Un certain je ne sais quoi
04 July 2009 @ 11:32 am
Z is 31 inches long and weighs 21 lbs, 128 oz. I am sure he's heavier, though. As one of the moms at our sign language class said, that's not the wiggle-weight.
He checks out healthy and fit. He has a little bit of eczema on his legs, which we've been treating with hydrocortisone, and ptosis of the right eyelid--which just means his eyelid droops a little bit. We took him to a pediatric ophthalmologist (and boy, is that a mouthful), who said it's nothing to be concerned about as long as it doesn't obscure his vision. It doesn't so far, and we have a follow-up appointment in six months.
The pediatrician who did his 15-month checkup was slightly concerned that he wasn't walking yet, and, ironically, is concerned about his language development. Apparently, he's supposed to be following simple commands (come here, bring mommy the ball), and indicating when he wants something. Honestly, sometimes he does come when I call him, but if he doesn't, how could I tell if that's because he didn't understand me or because he had something better to do? But the doctor said if he's not doing some of this, walking, and using about 6-8 words, by 18 months, we should consider having him "evaluated."
I'm not terribly worried about it myself. He took a long time to work his way up to crawling; he'll sort out walking when he's ready. And he's got the one word, mama and dada seem to be happening, and occasionally we get "chee" for cheese, and "app" for apple. I didn't dare tell her I'd been speaking French to him, for fear I'd get that hoary old chestnut of a speech about how raising children bilingually is detrimental to speech development. :P
Z wishes you all a safe and happy Fourth of July! (Actually, he said "ss sshhh ag a ba guk!" but I'm sure that's what it means.)
He checks out healthy and fit. He has a little bit of eczema on his legs, which we've been treating with hydrocortisone, and ptosis of the right eyelid--which just means his eyelid droops a little bit. We took him to a pediatric ophthalmologist (and boy, is that a mouthful), who said it's nothing to be concerned about as long as it doesn't obscure his vision. It doesn't so far, and we have a follow-up appointment in six months.
The pediatrician who did his 15-month checkup was slightly concerned that he wasn't walking yet, and, ironically, is concerned about his language development. Apparently, he's supposed to be following simple commands (come here, bring mommy the ball), and indicating when he wants something. Honestly, sometimes he does come when I call him, but if he doesn't, how could I tell if that's because he didn't understand me or because he had something better to do? But the doctor said if he's not doing some of this, walking, and using about 6-8 words, by 18 months, we should consider having him "evaluated."
I'm not terribly worried about it myself. He took a long time to work his way up to crawling; he'll sort out walking when he's ready. And he's got the one word, mama and dada seem to be happening, and occasionally we get "chee" for cheese, and "app" for apple. I didn't dare tell her I'd been speaking French to him, for fear I'd get that hoary old chestnut of a speech about how raising children bilingually is detrimental to speech development. :P
Z wishes you all a safe and happy Fourth of July! (Actually, he said "ss sshhh ag a ba guk!" but I'm sure that's what it means.)
04 July 2009 @ 11:50 pm
Just got back from fireworks in Decatur Square. The weather was unusually pleasant for Atlanta in July--this past week, it's cooled off from insanely hot to merely very hot, and tonight was almost cool.
There's something very nostalgic about going to see fireworks on the 4th of July. Many things have changed about the world--and about me!--since I was a little girl, but this isn't one of them. We still congregate with hundreds of people in some public outdoor venue to watch the lights in the sky. Someday Z will be old enough not to be scared by the noise, and we'll take him along. And someday he'll take his kids.
Happy Independence Day!
There's something very nostalgic about going to see fireworks on the 4th of July. Many things have changed about the world--and about me!--since I was a little girl, but this isn't one of them. We still congregate with hundreds of people in some public outdoor venue to watch the lights in the sky. Someday Z will be old enough not to be scared by the noise, and we'll take him along. And someday he'll take his kids.
Happy Independence Day!
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