Poop

Last night, Kevin had a business dinner, so to celebrate, David pooped in the tub. With his hair all full of shampoo. Not wanting him to sit in poo water (or use it to rinse his hair), I dumped a cup of water from the sink on his head (cold water, he was not pleased) and pulled him out of the tub. After getting him diapered, I went about the fun job of transferring the blobs of poop from tub to toilet. David took it upon himself to throw one of his sandals in the toilet while I was doing this. Fun stuff.

Yesterday afternoon, David had the first part of his developmental evaluation through Illinois' early intervention program. We'll meet with a speech and physical therapist next week. This part of the evaluation was a broad assessment of his development--motor, language, social and cognitive. Her concerns were minor and the same as ours. David needs toddler pilates. He has a weak trunk, probably from many long days on his back or in a walker which will make more advanced motor skills like jumping difficult for him. He's made major improvements since he's been with us, though, and I'm sure he'll catch up. His social skills and cognitive development are great. She said he has wonderful problem solving skills, and she was impressed with his receptive language. He really does understand a lot of what we say now. He knows mommy, daddy, Pete, Snoopy and even the little girl from down the street. He will splash if you ask him to splash. He knows ball and cup and which cup has milk and which has water. He pretends to talk on the phone and says some version of hello (usually "woh!") followed by "mama." And just this morning, I told him we had to put on his shoes before we went outside. He looked at me, ran from the living room to his room and opened up the dresser door where we keep his shoes. One interesting (at least to me) thing that I got from the visit was that the therapist said that Chinese children are often great squatters even when they have other motor delays because they squat so often and so early with their split pants. I'd never thought about that before, but David has always been able to squat and pick up objects with the best of them even when his walking ability was virtually nonexistent.

Soaking wet after a dip in the dog bowl.