Just a few small updates for now. Stella can spell her name and delights in doing so. I'm extremely proud of her, as you can imagine. I suspect she'll start spelling other words soon. She's making a habit of quickly rattling off the letters in the words she sees. I have to say that it's… Continue reading Re-entering the ring: Stella the Spella!
Well, today's vision therapy could not have gone much worse. She refused to wear the prism goggles for more than a minute or two at at time. Not only did she kick, throw and scream, she attempted to toss all the folders and paperwork off of Bethanie's desk with several angry sweeps of her little… Continue reading Sucker punched!
Stella is a toe-walker. She's been tiptoeing around for as long as I can remember. Prancing, really. Her gait has been so bouncy and adorable, so evocative of a little ballerina, that her physical effervescence has charmed even sour onlookers. I've been kindling a small flame of worry about her overworked and constantly clenched toes, despite an… Continue reading How vision therapy is saving Stella’s toes, and then some.
The solution was there, sitting in the corner of the kitchen all along. My microwave timer has saved patching. The obtrusive but helpful-in-a-pinch black box has also helped salvage the vision therapy we do at home. Cue an annoying series of loud, celebratory beeps! It makes sense. The only reason women endure childbirth is because… Continue reading My own pilot study: Microwaves’ effectiveness in increasing compliance with vision training
In the first chapter of John Gottman's wonderful book, Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child, my current daily life is illuminated: "Behavioral psychologists have observed that preschoolers typically demand that their caretakers deal with some kind of need or desire at an average rate of three times a minute." Stella is officially two and a half, 38… Continue reading Two points of view. One big push forward.
When Stella gets really upset about anything at all, her immediate, go-to move is to tear off her adorable purple glasses with one hand (OUCH!) and throw them, with the force of every ounce of rage she's got. Though to be fair, in the rare minutes when they are off, she will sometimes ask for… Continue reading An inevitable dip in the roller-coaster ride
Yesterday was sunny and crisp. A Golden Delicious apple of a day. Okay, a frozen one. I'd recently read about how incredibly important and beneficial outdoor time is to kids' eyesight, and was determined to whisk Stella off to the neighborhood park immediately after her nap. Stella woke up, and after wasting about 30 to… Continue reading Stella insists she can see with BOTH eyes
Gah! I can't tell you how long I've been dying to use the above title for a blog post about Stella's vision. Eons. For those of you who don't know, "strabismus" (defined as "abnormal alignment of one or both eyes") sounds a lot like "business" with a funny extra syllable in front. So there you… Continue reading Takin’ care of strabismus
When I was an infant, I had to wear booties attached by a bar. The goal was to straighten out my legs. It worked, but my legs are a bit S-shaped to this day. They curve oddly at the knee, a quirk noticed by various coaches in middle and high school. But you know what?… Continue reading Knowing when to worry, and when not to
Stella's glasses are blue, mostly. They are also broken. Actually, she has two pairs and both are destroyed. Again. So we hauled our butts into the optical shop today. Apparently, after breaking them ten or so times, we've exhausted their supplier's inventory of the Lafont Tamtam in 220 blue. To be clear, we used to… Continue reading A little blue