For the fifth year in a row, Catherine gathered friends and jumped in the waters of Lake Calhoun recently in the Special Olympics’ Polar Plunge. This year’s team consisted of 25 juniors and seniors from Edina high school in their teal colored Team TRBL shirts. Afterward, the group did the traditional pizza party at Davanni’s, where Timothy stood on a chair and made several attempts to quiet the crowd with his trademark ‘shhhhhhh’, and then ended his visit with a group hug and a kiss for each plunger.
Thank you to everyone who jumped in the lake or donated to support Special Olympics!
Timothy has ear tubes (which help reduce fluid build up and ear infections, which can affect a child’s hearing), but those tubes have been in place for over a year and were not working properly, as evidenced by his recent hearing test that showed that he was experiencing mild to moderate hearing loss. Since hearing is an important part of speech development — it’s hard to learn new sounds if you don’t hear them clearly — those ear tubes needed to be replaced.
It was also recommended that he also get his adenoids removed.
And so we spent last Friday at Children’s Hospital in Minneapolis for these procedures.
As always, the staff at our home away from home were excellent.
Everything went smoothly thanks to Timothy’s great ear, nose and throat doctor, Dr Tibesar. I’ve mentioned him before in the blog because he has a family just like ours — his oldest is 20 and his youngest is around Timothy’s age — except that Dr Tibesar has 6 more middle kids than we do.
Speaking of kids, our older girls, Elisabeth and Catherine, are both preparing to go overseas next year – Elisabeth to spend her junior year in college in France and Catherine to do a gap year on a 10 month Rotary exchange in Korea (I’m pretty sure it’s South Korea but we should double check).
It’s exciting to help them prepare for their adventures, and while it will be odd to have a full school year without seeing either of our great girls, we’ll look forward to visiting them both next Spring (especially that 16 hour flight over to Seoul with Timothy).
And so new languages are the priority in our family right now. As Timothy works on speaking, Elisabeth is at school beefing up her French skills and Catherine is trying to learn Korean (as Cat said, ‘I’ve had 7 years of French, but now I have 7 months to learn Korean’). Catherine’s enthusiasm for her new language led her to add Korean as a language on my phone, which was funny until I needed to send an urgent text but found myself face to face with a phone keyboard full of Korean characters.
Most people are familiar with the concept of ‘dog years’, where one year for a dog is the equivalent of 7 years for a person. In these parts, where Timothy is no longer restrained at night by the confines of a crib, we have what are called ‘Timothy hours’, which is the real world translation of the sleep you get when lying in the bed of our whirling dervish.
This is because Timothy often sleeps through the night in his own bed – an occurrence which we used to call ‘normal’ and which we now refer to as ‘heaven’. But sometimes, T gets up in the middle of the night and makes the 12 foot trek to our bedroom, in which case Laura and I do a quick rock-paper-scissors to see who’s going to return him to his rightful bed. Once back in his room I’ll lay down with him in his bed for a few minutes until he goes back to sleep, though sometimes a few minutes turns into a few hours. And the sleep that I get in T’s small, not so supported bed is less than real sleep. I would put the conversion rate of a ‘Timothy hours’ generously at 50%, meaning an hour in his bed is like 30 minutes in our own bed. And it’s worse if that’s your second night in a row.
We need to get Timothy to stay in his bed more, or maybe I just need to get better at beating Laura in rock-paper-scissors.