Saturday, August 27, 2011

Multiple announcements of good news!

Going to change gears here a little bit, and share some wonderful milestones Mantha has achieved this summer.

1)  Mommy is working with her to start reading and writing.  At this point, she is able to read and write three letter words (cat, dog), knows the sounds of all the letters, but not all their names.

2)  She is able to go to the bathroom on her own when we’re out and about (a sister or parent does go with just in case).

3)  She is now wanting to drop the training pants all together.  She had been stuck on the ‘needing them at night’ for quite a while, but we are finally over that.

4)  She is able to swallow small pills (she’s had liquid or compounded medications, and her diuretic is still liquid).  Her one pill (the most recent change which is her anti-seizure med) needs to be cut down to size, but still she’s able to handle the smaller parts.

On the surface, these may seem to be somewhat mundane, but considering the long road we’re on, any movement forward is excellent!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Quote of the Week

Not sure that we’ve done one of these before, but this one was cute, so we’re sharing it:

     The wife and I were discussing a web post where a man described a wrong number phone call.  The person pretended to be the person the young lady on the other end of the line thought he was (not who she was calling for but a father or brother or roommate, it wasn’t specified).  The man went on to say the person the young lady was calling for was out with another young lady, then making it seem like the young man went out with many different women. 

     The discussion moved on to how our fathers would do something like that, deliberately calling the date by the wrong name to get them in trouble, or saying a different young man or woman called while the date was standing there.  We didn’t realize Mantha was listening in.  After my wife said, ‘it’s definitely something my father would have done.’  She came back with ‘Father John, or Father Joseph?’  She thought ‘father’ meant priest.