My Bambino and Life

So I have never felt so incredibly useless as I did Friday. I took Evan to a speech therapy consultation and the hold up this book and ask about a billion questions like "show me the doll, which one is blue, where are the shoes, which block is on the box". Well what we found out is that he is speaking/comprehending on a two year to two and a half year level. I was seriously bawling in the office- I was perfectly aware my child was behind, just not that far. I was very ready to be told that there were a billion options to help him and that I needed to call so many places and coordinate care and that everything would be ok. Well nope - not quite. See my insurance will cover the diagnostic test to see if he is at level, but will not cover any therapy for a delayed child. And to top it all off, the Speech Therapist - Kevin- mentions Autism and then focuses on getting Evan screened for it. I about died, not because I am afraid of what we may find out, or even that my child may be labeled for the rest of his life with something that still carries a horrible stigmastism, but rather because I asked Evans doctor about this in MARCH!!!!!! I was told to wait another six months. So I waited, but when I called the MD office in September I was told they would call me back in a week or so with the referral (eventually being speech and audiology testing) - Well the amazing staff called the wrong number, and didn't bother to look into the phone numbers at all and quit trying to get ahold of me. So it was another two weeks when I called back and they attempted to give me the third degree about keeping my number updated when I need to have a call returned. As you may guess that did not go over so well with me. Now I called the Doctor to get a referral to get an Autism check and they would like to wait for the written reports to come in and they will get back to me sometime next week. So I hang up - bawling again and decide I should call my insurance to see if there is a separate deductible for this kind of therapy (because kids you should always check with your INSURANCE!!!!) Glad I did - they dont cover it unless there is an accident or illness that took his speech away. I asked if they would cover it if we had an autism diagnosis and get this - THEY DONT COVER AUTISM --- The reason for this you ask???? BECAUSE THERE IS NO CURE!!!!!!!!! WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF AND WTF - (for those of you who dont know, that stands for Where is The Fax and I am still very angry) Really now, AIDS shouldnt be covered, My Bipolar Disorder shouldnt be covered - or really any mental illness, some Cancer shouldnt be covered - and your insurance really doesnt give a damn about you or anyone else.

So now we wait (and cry) some more...

My Bambino

You know - I dont care that my baby is not the most verbal thing in the whole world. He is the sweetest little thing always wondering where his momma is and if i have a 'd-ache'. Jer has promised me that regardless of our financial situation, after tax time, I can stay home with the bambino!!!!!! Which I decided we will learn how to read - Mary has offered to teach him how to watch Days of Our Lives (tried to talk her into horse back riding, but it was a no go) - I am going to let grandma Betty teach him how to cook and then he will be a well rounded child. Now I need to remember to get little chairs for his little bottom...

Audiology

So I wanted to make an appointment with a speech therapist as my bear is not as verbal as we would like him to be. Well of course they want to rule out things like Deafness before they try to get my child to mimic their language... so off we go to the Audiologist. Well my rock star child hears just fine! It really is amazing what modern medicine practices can do. First they put probes in his ears to make sure his drums are reacting the way they should to different volumes and pitches, then came the fun part. They put us (E bear in my lap) in a tiny sound booth and put headphones on him. Then they would talk to him thru one side and flip on a monitor when he looked to the right or the left. Well one time the left monitor kicked on and there were dancing hippos - Evan thought that was hysterical. So they turned off the monitor and tried to get him to look right - He did turn, but only to say "no! hippos please" and turn back to the left to wait patiently.

I'll take this home...

So Ev is not the worlds most verbal child, but he is trying so hard. Last week I was picking up from my sissy Cassie's house when Evan dragged out Alyssa Lou's monster teddy bear. Not kidding when I say that this thing is bigger than my child (seriously and he is not a small child). He is dragging said bear down the hall and Lys is following explaining to Evan 'dat is my (her) bear' and looking like she is going to cry. Fast Baby Mothers Intervention. we get everyone to be quite and begin to explain to Lys that Ev just wants to play with it for a minute to which my child challenges 'I'll dus take dis home'. I think Cas and I stared at each other for a full minute before we bust up laughing. Of all the things to say, my E Bear chooses something that will clearly upset his poor cousin and make her feel bad. Well in the end, we got the bear away from the children and scooted out of the house bear-less.

Blog About Not Being Able to Blog About the Fire Station

Yep - that is what cassie told me to do, so I am - Last week Evans preschool was supposed to go to the fire station to see the fire truck. Well we got there and sat down and then they got a call - so away they went. It was really sad - I dont know that most of the kids really understood they just had the worst field trip in the whole world, but I sure did! I couldnt take off this Wednesday to go with them, so I was super sad. Cassie will be taking the children tomorrow - I hope they behave themselves!

Day Out With Thomas

You know when you tell children to smile and they just pull the cheesiest thing?

Well I think My baby does a really fabulous cheeser!

This year we went to the 'Day Out with Thomas'. Which was a very interesting experience for both me and Evan. I think he enjoyed most of it. He loved the train ride with the girls. They had the 'conductor' sit with them - which blew my mind that Evan did not run screaming (after he looked at me and said in the most informative voice he has 'driver'. As if I didn't watch enought Thomas movies to know this already.

After the train ride there was this tiny hay maze. These kids loved it. They ran and ran. Mae never wanted to leave - Its a good thing we tried for pictures first.

Ev has never really been one for pictures. It wasnt really a suprise to me that he became the hay block rebel...

Overall, I think it went great until he found the train tent. Then it fell apart. Grandma Susan had to get him a train (for a rape me price). And it still didnt work. So Evan and I left as many many many other parents and children did- Pick them up kicking and screaming and making empty threats about never being able to go anywhere or do anything with Thomas again! Which in our case ended when we got in the car and turned on the Thomas movie.

SOOOOO BEHIND.....

Mine, not yours. So today at work, I wandered over to the other area (which is now punishable by death) and learned something very interesting from my snake charming horse riding cowgirl and her side kick the twelve year old. THEY BLOG!!!! Now my sister has been doing this for a while- but I never felt bad for only posting like two times in my whole life because I would use the excuse that I didnt have time. But that has all gone out the window. If the Mar-Mar's have time to do this, then so do I.

Now bear in mind that I dont do this at all. So if the pictures arent right (like they don' even exist) or the text is not centered or wrapped or something feel free to keep your suggestions to yourself. I have tried to get my most recent pictures off my memory card and onto the Kodak program, but am not very successful with it - I will keep trying and maybe get a more recent picture of the fat baby on here.

I know work is lame, but I am still rolling my eyes about it twelve hours later. Our Captain has been handing out the "other duties as assigned" like they are going out of business. My snake charming buddy has been so good to go along with my crazy Bountiful ideas (luv ya!) - and somehow we both got roped into the business of fixing other peoples problems (yes that is the general wording of our job description, but still...). You think with her horse riding- pig roping- cow tipping experience she could have seen the ropes coming to get us. And she may have, but as she had this news broken to her many weeks ago, I think she didn't yell out to warn me so she would have some company on the broken boat of corrections.