Last night after asking Lupe about her favorite part of the day I asked Liam. He went "ahhhh...." so i thought i would ask him some specifics. I asked if he liked seeing Bob in LA and he said, "Bob. YEAH!!" and put his arms up in enthusiasm. Yesterday we went to LA for our most recent neurodevelopment evaluation with Bob Doman of NACD.
The best thing I heard from Bob was that Liam was "present" and this may seem a small thing, but it means everything to me. Here's why: when Liam was born I knew nothing about Down syndrome or special needs. And I have to admit, my biggest fear was that he would have a vacant look in his eyes, that he wouldn't be present. It's hard to admit fears, but in doing so sometimes you find you're not alone. Someone else may be inspired by your honesty and voice and share their own hopes and fears. This conversation started because i was recounting our breakfast experience that morning in a restaurant in Santa Barbara on our way to the evaluation. Pedro ordered coffee and decided to put honey in it. After one more refill, and added honey, Pedro got a third refill. As soon as the waitress had poured the coffee Liam reaches over and hands Pedro the honey bear, saying "Honey!" We were all impressed with his memory and that's when we were told that Liam was very "present" by the evaluator who has guided us over the last three years.
This guidance is reassuring to say the least. I am not concerned that the process to start speech therapy locally is taking months. I am not worried that we are "losing time" in the wait. Liam is most definitely not falling behind. I am not worried that our guides and trainers from NACD will ever underestimate Liam's potential. Au contraire. They will make sure he is always progressing and we the family are in complete control. No power struggles. No personality conflicts. No time wasted trying to set up meetings with psychologists, special ed directors, general ed teachers, speech therapists, etc. No wishing we had more hours or a different therapist. Just a quarterly day trip and as much contact as I want through phone calls, videos emailed, Skype. I decide. I realize it's not for everyone, but it is working for us.
And Liam's language is exploding! He puts two words together all the time, sometimes more. He copies what we say. He names objects around him. Just now he saw a capital "A" in a book and pointed to it saying "A, apple", referencing an ABC phonics song he likes to listen to. Earlier he told me outside, "Bubbles up high!" His short term memory is improving. I've been trying to keep track of all the new things he's doing and just can't anymore! It's so much!
Our goals going forward are going to be: potty training (we got some good ideas and think he is ready for the next step), still working on behavior/eloping, no choices at meal time (as Lupe's teachers say, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit"), giving Liam more chores (like cleaning under table, matching socks, putting silverware away), language and processing.
Journaling about my kids (plural- wow!) for me; updates on our life for our wide circle of loved ones is for, well, our loved ones; sharing about life with a spunky toddler and the emotional highs and lows of having a wonderful baby with Down Syndrome is for anyone who might be on a similar journey.
Also see my blog: www.lupesmom.blogspot.com
Also see my blog: www.lupesmom.blogspot.com
Thursday, January 29, 2015
New York New York
2015. Oh 2015, you are going to be an awesome year. In March I turn 40 and in July Pedro and I celebrate 10 years of married life. Ten years! So...... we are taking a trip, JUST US! Oh my God, this is only possible because I have the most amazing parents in the world and they all live here, all four of them.
Lupe has gone away for a whole weekend with the grandparents before, and Liam has gone for a sleep over once. It went well. Well, he fell off the bed, but that is an easy fix. I would normally be most amazed at the fact that we are going to be away from our kids for five days, for the first time ever. But, all I can think about is New York City! For anyone who might not know, I lived there for 6 years in my twenties. Six amazing years. 1997-2003. And I haven't been back since, it's been 12 years. What? I haven't been back to NYC in over a decade?! It's amazing when you are old enough to start thinking in decades. I will soon have been alive for four of them. And Pedro has never been.
I want art and culture and diversity, multiple languages heard on the street, music and dive bars. Pedro wants Times Square and tourist attractions.
So, here's what is keeping me up at night, my head swimming with memories, fleeting images of street corners, random hours on subway trains, cheap slices of pizza and happy hours at Brooklyn bars.

Pizza slices from Sal in the LES who's been serving New York pizza for eons.
Walking from Little Italy, where there are still old Italian guys in bars that look right out of a movie, to Chinatown wondering how to order some good authentic Chinese food.
Storefront signs with Chinese lettering and Hebrew.
Sixth street in the East Village, an entire block of Indian restaurants with excessive amounts of multicolor Christmas lights.
An Irish pub with straw on the floor.
The 9/11 memorial.
Pretzels in Times Square and swing dancing.
Seeing HighLine park for the first time.
Deli coffee where they prepare it for you and a bagel with scrambled egg. Is it still $2.99 for that combo?
A new ferry line on the East River, stopping in Greenpoint, Williamsburg, DUMBO, the Lower East Side.
Maybe a fancy drink at the Ritz-Carlton on Central Park South.
Taking Pedro to the Met. The lions in front of the main Public Library.
People from every corner of the globe.
My Uncle Patrick and Aunt Mariah.
My old stomping ground of Orchard Street, just off Houston, around the corner from Katz's Deli.
Seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time.
Brownstones and African restaurants and black culture in Brooklyn.
Canal street.
Museums and art spaces in graffiti covered building in Long Island City.
Art. Art. Maybe a little bit more art.
Souveniers for my kids.
Showing Pedro around my city. Oh my god I can't wait.
Lupe has gone away for a whole weekend with the grandparents before, and Liam has gone for a sleep over once. It went well. Well, he fell off the bed, but that is an easy fix. I would normally be most amazed at the fact that we are going to be away from our kids for five days, for the first time ever. But, all I can think about is New York City! For anyone who might not know, I lived there for 6 years in my twenties. Six amazing years. 1997-2003. And I haven't been back since, it's been 12 years. What? I haven't been back to NYC in over a decade?! It's amazing when you are old enough to start thinking in decades. I will soon have been alive for four of them. And Pedro has never been.
I want art and culture and diversity, multiple languages heard on the street, music and dive bars. Pedro wants Times Square and tourist attractions.
So, here's what is keeping me up at night, my head swimming with memories, fleeting images of street corners, random hours on subway trains, cheap slices of pizza and happy hours at Brooklyn bars.

Pizza slices from Sal in the LES who's been serving New York pizza for eons.
Walking from Little Italy, where there are still old Italian guys in bars that look right out of a movie, to Chinatown wondering how to order some good authentic Chinese food.
Storefront signs with Chinese lettering and Hebrew.
Sixth street in the East Village, an entire block of Indian restaurants with excessive amounts of multicolor Christmas lights.
An Irish pub with straw on the floor.
The 9/11 memorial.
Pretzels in Times Square and swing dancing.
Seeing HighLine park for the first time.
Deli coffee where they prepare it for you and a bagel with scrambled egg. Is it still $2.99 for that combo?
A new ferry line on the East River, stopping in Greenpoint, Williamsburg, DUMBO, the Lower East Side.
Maybe a fancy drink at the Ritz-Carlton on Central Park South.
Taking Pedro to the Met. The lions in front of the main Public Library.
People from every corner of the globe.
My Uncle Patrick and Aunt Mariah.
My old stomping ground of Orchard Street, just off Houston, around the corner from Katz's Deli.
Seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time.
Brownstones and African restaurants and black culture in Brooklyn.
Canal street.
Museums and art spaces in graffiti covered building in Long Island City.
Art. Art. Maybe a little bit more art.
Souveniers for my kids.
Showing Pedro around my city. Oh my god I can't wait.
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