Evan is just 2 years old but if you ask him he'll say 6. I have to say he's pretty accurate. Everyday he does something that amazes me.
1. He knows his basic colors, and will test you on it.
2. He knows basic shapes. And combine that with the colors you have yourself a game.
3. He uses directional words like above, behind, under, etc.
4. He lies.
5. He can count to 15.
6. He uses his imagination. I love eaves dropping on conversations between his animals.
7. He has an awesome memory. I can't bribe him with the zoo or seeing someone because he'll hold me to it.
8. He follows social cues and tells you that you are pretty, or asks about your day.
9. He can dress himself (shirt and shorts).
10. He can use my phone and switch between apps, and lock it when he's done.
He still can't color in the lines but there is always tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sticks and stones
Evan is an amazing kid. He broke his tibia and is totally unphased by it.
He was playing in a inflatable bouncy house at a party. All day he had been jumping and flipping like a pro. He is a daredevil and a boy through and through. We were about to leave when I hear, Evan is hurt, Evan is hurt. I run over to the bouncy and he is crying hysterically. I pulled him out and consoled him. Kids get hurt all the time so I thought he just got jarred. (He had knocked the wind out of himself earlier that day and took that in stride.) We left the party and were off to the next one. We got maybe 4 blocks when I felt something was not right. He whimpering and breathing heavy. I asked him what was wrong and he lifted his leg and said, it hurts, my leg hurts. There I was believing a two year old and called grampa to see which ER to take him to.
I met the folks at Christ ER and spent the next 4 hours waiting patiently with my young patient. Nothing was swollen, nothing was bruised but something was not right. He was given a dose of ibuprofen and his pain was eased and he knocked out. He was awoken for the exam and the nice doctors did not see anything, maybe a sprain? He tried to walk and my poor baby could not make it more than a foot. Thankfully he fell fast asleep again. All the X-rays were taken while he was asleep and he was splinted and we were to follow up with orthopedics.
Sunday he woke up sore and splinted. He looked at his leg and said, uh oh I broke it. We spent all day playing on the floor while Evan mastered crawling again.
Monday came and I tried to get a damn appointment. I was met with such opposition from the receptionist. He could get in today maybe or Friday. Really? There was no compassion fo a toddler in a splint. How could it possibly last til Friday. They wouldn't schedule him with another pediatric orthopedist? I finally raised hell and got him in. I was so scared and nervous for my baby.
Despite the bad reception, the care Evan received was great and it turned out his leg was broken in 2 places. He'll be in the cast for 4 weeks. I feel so bad that his leg is broken. That being said, this is also a good parenting moment for me for trusting my gut, listening to my child and fighting for the care he deserved.
He was playing in a inflatable bouncy house at a party. All day he had been jumping and flipping like a pro. He is a daredevil and a boy through and through. We were about to leave when I hear, Evan is hurt, Evan is hurt. I run over to the bouncy and he is crying hysterically. I pulled him out and consoled him. Kids get hurt all the time so I thought he just got jarred. (He had knocked the wind out of himself earlier that day and took that in stride.) We left the party and were off to the next one. We got maybe 4 blocks when I felt something was not right. He whimpering and breathing heavy. I asked him what was wrong and he lifted his leg and said, it hurts, my leg hurts. There I was believing a two year old and called grampa to see which ER to take him to.
I met the folks at Christ ER and spent the next 4 hours waiting patiently with my young patient. Nothing was swollen, nothing was bruised but something was not right. He was given a dose of ibuprofen and his pain was eased and he knocked out. He was awoken for the exam and the nice doctors did not see anything, maybe a sprain? He tried to walk and my poor baby could not make it more than a foot. Thankfully he fell fast asleep again. All the X-rays were taken while he was asleep and he was splinted and we were to follow up with orthopedics.
Sunday he woke up sore and splinted. He looked at his leg and said, uh oh I broke it. We spent all day playing on the floor while Evan mastered crawling again.
Monday came and I tried to get a damn appointment. I was met with such opposition from the receptionist. He could get in today maybe or Friday. Really? There was no compassion fo a toddler in a splint. How could it possibly last til Friday. They wouldn't schedule him with another pediatric orthopedist? I finally raised hell and got him in. I was so scared and nervous for my baby.
Despite the bad reception, the care Evan received was great and it turned out his leg was broken in 2 places. He'll be in the cast for 4 weeks. I feel so bad that his leg is broken. That being said, this is also a good parenting moment for me for trusting my gut, listening to my child and fighting for the care he deserved.
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