Haden cleaning house! Most of the eggs had money in them.
Uncle Eldon and Dave. Grandma Marcia and Anson. It was a great day. Happy Easter!Monday, March 24, 2008
Easter Pictures
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Weekend Pics.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Snow Baby
Monday, March 10, 2008
At Last
Good News
Anson had his physical therapy/speech therapy evaluation today at Children's and it went fabulous. He did so well, I still can't believe it. I'll explain. His last eval. was last April. That was his six month visit. They cancelled his following every 3 month appointments because he was on track for his actual age (age from his birth date) and ahead for his adjusted age (his age from his due date - 2 months later than his birth date). So, Anson is just over 14 months adjusted and 16 months actual - are you with me? Children's Neonatology Clinic follows preemies very closely. I have been impressed by them and everyone we have worked with. I was nervous about today because it determines whether or not he would need PT/OT/Speech therapy. Very nervous. He did perfect and I mean, perfect. When the therapist would ask him to point to a spoon, cat, and car in a book, he did it. He did all of the physical therapy interactions without a hitch. He had to put Cheerios in a small, medicine bottle-like container and he did that - and ate a few in the process. He put shapes where they should be in a puzzle and pointed to a baby doll's eyes, nose and belly when asked. He said 8 words and they were hoping for 3. So, needless to say, he is officially discharged from the program. I am so happy, I can't even begin to tell you. I am so proud of him and Dave and I for our hard work. But, it was mostly Anson!
Here are a few pictures of him a Jack last week that I just downloaded. Enjoy! I'm having a glass of wine! Correction: Blogger won't let me post the picks, so maybe later!
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Snow
Falling from the sky.
On the walk and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges
On the branches bare
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden -
What a pretty sight!