Archive for September, 2004

SUPERSIZED pic post.

Tuesday, September 28th, 2004

Well, our upward trend has thus far continued. Aside from the fact that he’s been Mr. No-nap for the past couple of days, I’m really pleased with what I’m seeing. It makes me feel not quite so guilty for taking several days away to attend the DAN! conference. As you may recall, the last time […]

Not sure what, but we’re doing something right.

Sunday, September 26th, 2004

After several weeks of feeling ourselves falter in regard to floortime, we’ve suddenly found our feet. Wow, I just reread that last sentence. A little alliteration, anyone? It was a total accident…

Also accidental is this totally new kid who woke up in our son’s crib a few days ago. He’s been attentive, playful, and […]

Okay, I feel better now.

Friday, September 24th, 2004

I feel infinitely better after having a good rant and a good night’s sleep. Although I initially felt relief at getting things off my chest, a vague sense of shame overcame me later. It’s rare that I completely lose my cool, but it’s been happening with increasing frequency. I have assurances from my wife that […]

Screaming.

Thursday, September 23rd, 2004

I promised myself I’d post tonight, but as I sit at the glowing terminal, the words fail to apppear. Too tired, too grumpy. We went to the lab this morning to draw blood on him. He wailed, clenched his fists, and writhed about despite the efforts of three grown people to hold him down. In […]

Update after a respite.

Sunday, September 19th, 2004

I took a respite from posting for a while, opting to spend my down time on computer games (mostly Warcraft) rather than rehashing the day’s events. Sometimes there’s just only so much “special needs” time a fella can take before needing to do something that has nothing whatsoever to do with my kid and his […]

2am party at the crib.

Monday, September 13th, 2004

Unfortunately in this case, I do mean the actual crib, and not just a slang term for my pad, my digs, my lair. It was an all-night party, and my son its young host.

We awoke around 2 to sounds of baby acrobatics from the adjoining room. Rubén squealed, babbled, and chattered away as we approached. […]

Sick old dog.

Saturday, September 11th, 2004

My son wasn’t the only one under the weather in these past couple of weeks. You may have noticed an extended absence of posts this week. I too became ill, I thought with the same creeping crud to which Rubén fell victim. Good thing I got seen by a medical professional on this one — […]

Addicted to the Par-Tay.

Tuesday, September 7th, 2004

This is a more-or-less off-topic post, mainly directed to my friends in and around town to whom a night of fragging, dancing DDR, and consuming lots of alchohol sounds like the bees’ knees.

This past weekend, I broke with tradition (the tradition of having no life whatsoever) and helped my friends Jenny and Paul celebrate their […]