See! I made that vow a week ago, and I'm kind of keeping it. You know, now that we're not doing constant laundry on the sanitize mode and taking a bowl with us everywhere we go just in case someone throws up.
We only lasted about fifteen minutes before everyone got cold and demanded hot chocolate. But I feel good we got out, and (this is for you, Dr. Oz) we got our daily allotment of Vitamin D.
Hooray for sunshine!
See! I made that vow a week ago, and I'm kind of keeping it. You know, now that we're not doing constant laundry on the sanitize mode and taking a bowl with us everywhere we go just in case someone throws up.
We only lasted about fifteen minutes before everyone got cold and demanded hot chocolate. But I feel good we got out, and (this is for you, Dr. Oz) we got our daily allotment of Vitamin D.
Hooray for sunshine!
Quite often I walk into a room of the house and there’s some weird set-up like this.
This is Shep’s work. Apparently, he presses “play” on this little disc player and the shoes indicate what direction he’s supposed to run in. Then he runs in manic circles. I’m not really sure why he set it up as a triangle and not a circle. Triangles are easier, maybe?
We could do this crazy stuff all day. Just don’t ask us to do long division.
Shep was determined to carry around all three of his stuffed puppies at once after he saw Neko walking around with Stellaluna taped to her front. Which sounded really hard.
Our compromise? The puppy sling.
(Fabulous shirt from John and Anne. Documentation to come when we've taken a proper photo.)
That's Neko, dressed as a Chinese dragon, a costume she created. I wish I had caught the photos of the two of them in the box together, which was even more convincing.
And Shep is wearing a shirt over his new sweatshirt.
These kids are crazy. All the best kind of crazy, but crazy.
I always knew there would be a point that my kids would be way more hip than I am, but I just didn't think it would happen so soon.
The boys were having some guitar time, so I pulled out the camera. After I took about 15 pictures, Shep slung his guitar behind him (the last photo) and said, "That's enough pictures, mom."
Spoken like a true rock star to the paparazzi.
Because he is very three-years-old, Shep has been spending a fair amount of time in the mudroom.
Why? When he throws tantrums, I ask him to go to mudroom until he can get back in control and be a kind person again. Which is usually followed by about 30 minutes of wailing, a grumbling acknowledgment of guilt, and a return to society.
Today he stood by the mudroom door, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I want to get out of here, straight away!"
Perhaps we've been watching too much Charlie and Lola.
He's still got his tic, but it seems to be less frequent. However, now he seems to be running around in circles with his shirt pulled up over his head.
I'm not sure even the neurologist consult will be able to shed any light on that last part.
Shep woke up this morning with his tic going crazy. It was pretty much constant. One after another after another. We went out to run a few quick errands, and it continued, appearing to sometimes interfere with his speech. My post-wedding nerves couldn't take any more, and we decided it was time to go back to Children's.
I know I was probably the Psycho Mom of the Day at the ER, but I told the physician we'd really love a test of some kind. My mental health was degrading and both Tom and I were logging sleepless nights. We had been informed that it could be a full month until we got in to see neurology. If I had to wait that long for some answers, you'd likely find me rocking in some corner by the appointment date. I just needed to know for sure we weren't dealing with something that was progressive and destructive.
They offered us a CAT scan, which I jumped on immediately. The first run didn't take, since Shep was too wiggly, but the second try yielded success and a massive promise of ice cream after we left the hospital.
Good news. ALL CLEAR. No sign of tumors, cysts, lesions, or any other abnormalities.
So the best scenario is that this is an isolated incident, and once it stops, it will be gone for good. Worst case scenario, we'll end up with Tourette's. Somewhere in between is that these tics will crop up periodically, and it'll be something we deal with as they occur. No matter what, all these options are far better than any of the things that have been filling my dreams for the past few nights.
I now I can sleep, happily snoring next to my Psycho Mom hat.
