Alexis had a follow-up doctor's appointment yesterday to have her ears checked for infection. All clear. But a strange thing occurred to my usually happy and smiley daughter. As I started to undress her at the beginning of the appointment to put her on the scale, she started to cry. My first thought was that I hurt her. Did I bend a finger back when taking her arm out of the sleeve? Did your bare skin rub along my sweatshirt zipper? But the crying didn't stop. The nurse finished up and left the room. Did the nurse scare you with her loud voice? The crying continued. The doctor walked in. Still crying. You are either hurt or scared. The doctor suggested it might be stranger anxiety. Maybe, but I really don't think so. The doctor completed the exam, gave me the all clear, and sent us on our way. Still crying. Not until I had Alexis dressed, strapped in her carrier, and was leaving the room, did the crying stop. Oh my goodness. She remembers this place. And this is the first time we have ever been here that she didn't get a shot. First. time. ever. If she isn't getting her immunizations, she's getting a flu or H1N1 shot. If it's not that, she's getting her RSV shot. My poor little pincushion! No shots this time, baby.
I hate for her to start being scared of the doctor's office, but a tiny bit of me got excited that she remembers this. I still think of her as my newborn but she's growing up. She's processing. She's learning. She's remembering. I realize that the learning/remembering thing has been going on for almost a year now, but it's suddenly becoming more obvious. Today Alexis had her OT appointment. Any time Alexis picks up an item in one hand, she drops whatever she was holding in the other hand. Before today I had never seen her hold something in each hand and bang them together. But after the OT worked with her on it for a little while, she could do it. All. By. Her. Self. May seem like a small step to some. I was doing backflips.
The boys just had their sixth swimming lesson this evening. They are counting down until the 10th lesson is done so that they can get their
Nick at his first swim lesson:
Blake the daredevil and Nick holding on for dear life (with the favorite instructor on the left):
Blake. No fear:
Nick is still holding on. But happy. Blake is being a ham, as usual:
On an unrelated note, I've read a lot of blogs lately that mention some problems with pictures being "stolen" off blogs and websites. The pictures have been altered in cruel and hurtful ways and reposted on other sites, and because of this, I'm trying to be a bit proactive. I'm a bit limited in my understanding of how to protect my pictures, but have been able to figure out a couple of things (notice the text on the top photo?). The internet is a scary place sometimes. I may also stop posting blog entries on facebook after this, so make sure you check the actual blog from time to time for updates.