Timothy was at his pediatrician’s today for a regular check up, and, with the exception of ingesting much of the disposable paper covering the examination table, he received high marks. Our doctor said that she is not concerned about his head shape, and that the benefit of a helmet may be questionable when the issue is as mild as Timothy’s appears to be. And so we are rethinking about the need for a helmet examination. But the wee man does need to visit the ophthamologist to make sure that his tendency to look only out of the left corner of his eyes (rarely the right side) isn’t a sign of a slight muscle imbalance that should be corrected with glasses – something which is pretty common (and cute) in kids with Down syndrome.
As we were carrying Timothy into Children’s Hospital for the little guy’s second surgery in February, Laura turned to me and quietly said, ‘One Team One Dream’. It’s a code phrase we use occasionally to get back on track. We knew that with Timothy going into the hospital and us facing some long days deciphering medical explanations and possibly making some decisions, it’d be good to be on the same page. So as Laura and I celebrated our 20th anniversary last week, someone at work asked me why I say that phrase sometimes, and I told him that it’s pretty much the motto of our marriage. Lest we sound like it’s always laughter and gummy bears at our house, many people would call us a spirited couple who like to be right and enjoy expressing our opinions to each other on matters big and small. But we realize that on the really important issues and especially during those challenging situations, we’re on the same team (though we can’t always agree on who’s the coach).
Timothy is adding more teeth and so is having occasional cranky spells (thank you, Mr or Mrs inventor of Baby Tylenol). He has four new teeth trying to come in up top to go along with the two little guys on the bottom. With teething, he is constantly on the look out for things to put in his mouth, and often decides to squeeze both hands in there. But we were not so pleased to find in his mouth some of the fringe of our Turkish rug. Though we vacuum it regularly, this is an 80 year old rug (or at least that’s what the nice man told us) that we bought in Istanbul a few years ago, and that probably had a very interesting life before moving to a suburb of Minneapolis. This piece of fabric gives new meaning to the phrase ‘not in your mouth – you don’t know where that’s been’. Not exactly mom’s recipe for the ideal teething toy.
As we’ve mentioned, T is grabbing at things more purposefully. His mouth has been in full operation for awhile and now with the hands working well, Timothy is a double threat. If you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself with a hickie or in a serious game of tug of war over your hair. I keep my hair short, but Timo doesn’t want me to feel left out. So when I hold him, he leans in slow motion toward me, arms spread wide like he’s about to give me a big hug, and before I know it, he’s squeezing my face like his own personal stress ball. ‘Gentle’ is not yet in this baby boy’s vocabulary, and if this trend continues, we’ll either need to keep his nails well manicured or else keep a plastic surgeon standing by.
Let’s just say the bad boy of Beard Ave seems to delight at putting the ‘One Team One Dream’ theory to the test.
Blessed to have 20 years together,