It's been a very good day, all things considered. My back was really in bad shape this past weekend, but I got the Cortizone shot (they held back on the Heiniken chaser) and the pain is completely gone... for now. (Insert "Jaws" theme.) So of course, I got some chores done around the house, and that always gives me a giddy sense of accomplishment, because I'm a raging egoist and desperately need the strokes. Most husbands know instinctively that they're supposed to fold laundry, then they never do it because society says they don't have to, but if they DO, then they're heralded as conquering heroes. I mean, it's just laundry. But yeah, I folded it, and I'm awesome. There's just no way around it.
I also found the odd-shaped vent filter I needed for that pesky fifth furnace vent, and seriously, it's little things like that which make me smile. More importantly, Elijah is a raging ball of fun these days. He speaks more, he listens more, he demands more, he lifts a wider variety of stuff with his fantastic hands, and he scoots on his bottom from one end of the house to the other. Tonight he laid his little Elijah head down in the bed, and instead of watching Thomas the Tank Engine (his new favorite!), he promptly passed out. That's a great sign that he's been worn out properly from playing all day long.
We met with his new endocrinologist, and we like this guy very much. He's a real expert, and I think he's going to help us make some headway with increasing Elijah's growth WITHOUT resorting to hormone injections. It all has to do with Elijah's own personal growth history and the fact that he's shown some real success, despite still being so small. I took him to Wal-Mart today, and three, count 'em, three small children pointed at him and exclaimed, "Baby!" It's moments like those that remind me--because yeah, I forget--that people still see him as an infant. But I've always called him my "toddler who doesn't toddle," even though that's no longer accurate, either. He's a champion toddler!
Sophia and I went to play Putt-Putt tonight while the nurse continued feeding and wearing down the boy. She's having a great summer, and I aim to keep it that way. Melissa returned from D.C., and every creature in the house is done stirring, except for this typin' little mouse. So here we are, all snug in our beds (or about to be), and the Red Sox shut out the Yankees for their first 6-0 season opening record against New York since 1912. If we can sweep them at Fenway, and WE CAN, we'll be two games up in the division. Like I said, it's the little things that make us smile.
Pray for Elijah's left arm, which is still in a cast nearly three weeks after having the broken bone reset. We're perfectly fine with the cast staying on so long, but Elijah's ready to have his arm back so he can play harder. Also, pray that we make some progress with Speech-Pathology, especially in light of a major clinic visit this Friday to look at his entire communication process, starting with the structure of his ears and throat.
YAWN. Talk to you again soon.