Yip...this sure looks like a kid who's snapped out of holiday mode
So the sippy cup task is going well! Sam's aversion to holding his own bottle is just so completely mindblowing. I've discussed the matter at length with all three of his therapists but no-one can really say for certain what the problem is. There is definitely a major sensory element involved as he's on the verge of gagging if I try and place his hands on the bottle. There's also a co-ordination and a simple physical ability element involved as Sam cannot grasp the bottle securely in one hand with his little thumb but still mostly neglects using his right hand unless you remind him that it's there when you see him battling to do something with just his left hand. While he seemed relatively willing to touch the sippy cup, albeit quite gingerly, he would not allow me to put the spout anywhere near his mouth. There was a time when I could squirt little sips of juice, etc into his mouth from a squeeze bottle but he's also stopped tolerating that. So....perhaps it will be easier for me to learn to deal with the awkwardness of having strangers look on with confused and (too often) disapproving faces at me bottle-feeding my almost 4 year old son.
With Brampies having moved out at the end of last year, working through each day's chores has become quite challenging so it's been wonderful to have Meghan helping out with Sam where she can.
Don't worry - he's face looks like that when I feed him too...LOL
Sam has become delightfully brave at attempting new textures with regards to food. Of course there has to be at least a one-step-forward-one-step-backwards balance with Sam, so he's not too keen on the squeeze bottles anymore but while reclining comfortably against me while I sat eating my supper one evening, a little hand reached in under my arm and helped himself to some of the food off my plate. The very next evening Sam sat at the counter while I grated some cheese and after I pushed the plate out of my way and, unintentionally, within his grasp Sam helped himself to a handful of cheese as well. Unfortunately though Sam eats extremely slowly so when we're reaching the forty-five minute mark on a "solid food" meal, I resort to pureed food rather just to make sure he's getting enough nutrition.
I am so excited about Sam's signing at the moment...although he first had me a little worried. I've tried to teach him the signs for the things I feel he would most need to communicate to me...like "more" which he picked up a while ago, "bottle" (although it's a Sammified version of bottle as with many of Sam's signs and I am not sure anyone outside of our home would know what he's indicating) and most recently, "sore". Now "sore" and "more" not only sound the same when verbalised but have really similar signs too. Sam easily copied "sore" the moment I showed him but then started using it for "more" as well. Typical, I thought, not only did I NOT teach him "sore", I've now confused his "more" as well.
Sam, however, painfully reassured me that he had in fact mastered "sore" when he knelt next to me while I packed his toybox away one afternoon and just as I closed the lid, stuck his hand in and got his little finger caught. While crying hysterically, he frantically signed "sore" over and over. Not the most charming way of having to find out but it certainly made me realise that I still tend to underestimate our little smurfy dude sometimes. I am loving that he can tell me whenever he wants a bottle, even though he seems to be having so many more bottles a day than he used to...I can hardly tell him "No" when I am trying to show him that signing will help him get across what he wants. Which makes it quite difficult to decide how to react when I put him into bed at night and each night brings with it a new "ailment" as Sam protests unhappily while signing "sore" and then points to his teeth...or tummy...or knee. Ai!
The Sammified version of "cry" - we are often ordered to cry for Samuel's amusement, especially Meghan in her most melodramatic manner. And often, while he is crying, Sam will passionately sign "cry" just to avoid any misunderstanding that he is, in fact, crying.
As you can see in the above pics, Sam's had another vomit-inducing, shriek-yielding haircut during which he emptied his entire evening's sustenance, including his Faverin, pretty much over everything within a 5m radius...which would include me, as usual. And that is not good. I've completely stopped Sam's Melatonin as it was just making no difference whatsoever to Sam's sleeping and was not worth the trouble it took to get into his system. The Faverin, however, has proved hugely successful so I take great pains to ensure Sam gets it each day...and keeps it in.
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Awesome evening walks (Stilbaai)