I mentioned to Shelley that it was a goal that I would like to see on her IEP this year, along with a few other suggestions, and she started working with Dylan on Friday. Her dad practices with her patty-cake every night, and I occasionally do as a distraction. Well, I was changing her and clap clap clap clap. What? I did a double take!! YOU CLAPPED! She clapped!
Shelley brought her to the car today BEAMING! She was so excited! "She's clapping!" she said excitedly. I know!
I am on a Yahoo group for Holoprosencephaly support and recently there has been a lot of talk about life expectancy. I am not sure how it came up, someone started it, faced with some not so great information they threw a question out there. I don't really talk about it a lot, I mean, if people ask, we can have a chat... But rarely do people ask. So here it is...
The truth is, we don't have a life expectancy for Dylan (or any of the other minions for that matter, right?). And Matt wont even talk about it (he is so cute...) What we do know is that often they pass in their sleep, very often from breathing related issues, leading with pneumonia. They don't pass FROM Holoprosencephaly, but rather, complications relating to it. We also know of two women with HPE who turned thirty this year. We thought those were the oldest gals... Until recently. Recently we got a message from a woman, new to the support group, and newly diagnosed. She is 37, and has just recently been diagnosed with HPE, she is married and she has 'typical' children. She has hydrocephaly and had a heart issue, learning disabilities, sensory issues and she didn't walk until she was three. Pretty crazy to find out something this huge later in life.
We are very blessed that we haven't dealt with huge bronchial related illnesses with Dylan, no pnemonia, phew! As scary as some of the common colds have been, I cant imagine. As for now, we just count our blessings each day and accept things for what they are. She's great and every day is above and beyond what was ever expected.
Ian loves Buzz Lightyear, he thinks he is the bomb... And takes his nap with a little 6 inch Buzz doll. When we went to Eden's for dinner the other Sunday, he found a BIG Buzz and was carrying it all over the house. I looked online and those big old bad boys are 40$! Ouch! I couldn't do it... Holy moly. His birthday is coming, Christmas. Well.. In true Shannon fashion I bit the bullet and got it on a whim. Ian needs a toy that's his, just his, that doesn't get stolen by his big brother. (Who recently adopted a cool dump truck Ian received as a gift as his very own.) I was just hoping that Duncan wouldn't have the same interest in Buzz.
It was worth every penny. I could not get Buzz out of the package fast enough. And it was in there tight, all the twisted wires tying him down. (I guess so he doesn't run around the store at night trying to steal the display Buzz's new utility belt?) I really thought he was going to have an anxiety attack! He probably was peeing his pants... But that's just what he does anyway so who knows.
He was enamored with his new Buzz. It's adorable. He carries him around all the time.
And Duncan-isms
Duncan found a caterpillar and I was asking him about it after and he said he put it on the leaf, so it can go into a raccoon and then turn in to a BUTTERFLY! Bet you didn't know that's where butterflies come from right?
But, you didn't know bees EAT honey too? I think we have that one straightened out now though...
Also, he was running around with a couple pieces of mail I was leaving on the counter for Matthew and he took a very close look at the address on the front and excitedly exclaimed "Look mom! They have a D for Duncan on them! That means they are MINE!" (Drive anyone?) he was running around a little too excitedly so I told him to go potty, quick! To which he said "Wait, let me post these letters first!" and slipped them each, one at a time, into the slot above the drawer of the end table. "Post" indeed... He's Bristish now?
There was some serious cuteness going on this day that didn't translate to picture very well. But man, was she rocking this look.

Typical weekend morning, daddy snuggling with a couple boys.

Can you feel the love?

Okay - Actually what happened was that I saw the caterpiller on the side of the garage as I was pulling in. I ran in to send Matthew out with Duncan because, ewwww, nasty. I suppose if Matthew hadn't have been home I would have done it myself. But since I didn't have too... (Hey, he does the same thing with laundry!)











