Buddy Walk Augusta

Team Wade

Ladybug the Clown

It's hard to have a serious talk with a clown.

You know it's not an ordinary day when you get picked up by a dog.

What a large shirt for a small boy!

Oh well, he just walked without it. What fun!

Wall Art

I did it! I did it! I wrote beautiful 1's just like Mommy showed me.


Wait a minute. That wasn't the chalkboard.


Oops!

This and That

No more injections! Wade did not need the third set of injections….hurrah!
He will need to continue wearing the glove and will have periodic check-ups to make sure the scar tissue doesn't start to harden again.
He throws a ball over seven feet now (documented by the PT today) and continues to work on jumping.
Speech is coming slowly; he tries so hard that sometimes it can be quite funny. But every week I see improvement.
He is very proud to have jobs to do: setting the table, emptying trash, putting clothes away, climbing out of bed (with those flexible legs) and waking us all up in the morning.
Sometimes he even needs to multitask like the rest of us.

Comic Relief

As I am terribly busy with Important Things, I feel a tug on my skirt and hear someone say, "Mama."

I look down and suddenly discover that I am never too busy to laugh.

Teaching Wade to Jump

We've really been working on teaching Wade to jump. For a long time he refused to bend his knees. We've finally got him to bend them when he tries to jump. Watch how far he can get off the ground.

More Injections

Wade had more injections Tuesday which went well. The Doctor was pleased with how his hand looks so far and thought he might not need the third set. We will, however, have to schedule the injections anyway in six weeks and go in (at 6:00 in the morning, no food after midnight) as if he were going to have them. Then the doctor will evaluate after we get in there and hopefully send us back home.

ABC

Wade started with a new speech therapist today. He is eager to begin speaking Big People language.

For a while he was stuck on the letter B; now he loves the K sound. He tries to work it into his conversations as many times as he can. With a bit of a guttural flair, he sounds as if he's speaking German.

Of course, at this point his English is still quite a bit better than his German or French.

He astonished me last night though. He was poking the letters out of his foam alphabet puzzle. I noticed when he came to the letter U that he signed umbrella before he poked it out. Intrigued, I wondered how many of the other letters he could recognize without any visual or verbal prompts from me. As I held up the letters he either said the sound or signed a word that started with the letter for 13 out of the 26 letters of the alphabet. I was so excited I could hardly cook supper.

I give great credit to http://www.starfall.com/. We have been using that for a long time with him and the last few months I've been doing 30 minutes of it per day with him. It's a great online learning to read program with a kindergarten curriculum coming out this fall.

Day Surgery

The Gloved One

The Gloved One ready for Kenalog injections


Coloring out the frustrations of a long wait



At last, ready to go



After waking back up, not feeling so great

Home again, food at last!

The Other Gloved One

Wade has been wearing a Jobst glove to help counteract the scar tissue from his burn, which has thickened on the top of his palm and on his third finger. Today he also had steroid injections done which will help to start breaking up the scar tissue. He will likely have the injections done three times, six weeks apart. He was sedated for the procedure because the injections need to be placed very precisely and are painful.

Huh?

"And a partridge in a bear tree," Christopher sang.

"No, Christopher," said Randall, the official Little Brother Corrector, "it's a partridge in a pantry."

(They must be closely related to the person who once asked my mom, "What in the world is a partridge junipear tree?")

Classic Chris

In the middle of a dark night: "I had a bad dream…but it didn't last long. It was only a meter-millen of a second."

 

On the way to church on a cold evening: "The only thing wrong with suits is that they don't have hoods."