Spring

I know that our efforts in OT and PT have really just begun, but I swear I already see little buds that will one day burst into blossoms. Slowly, steadily, surely. I see her ever-so-smoothly writing letters on the chalkboard wall with a nice grip. She is sounding out the silly non-words she lays out… Continue reading Spring

Onward

After weeks of evaluations, we are now in the thick of OT and PT appointments and daily OT and PT work at home, and sensory activities, on top of three types of patching to help fight the double vision Stella experiences. More VT (vision therapy) will come after we finish laying the foundation with OT… Continue reading Onward

On my parenting journey, and “Far from the Tree.”

My child is strong and healthy. That said, at just four years of age, she has already taken part in occupational therapy (OT), vision therapy (VT), cranial sacral therapy, and yoga therapy (also called Integrated Movement Therapy or IMT). Her vision conditions, and early feeding aversion, have presented us with atypical challenges. Yet there is… Continue reading On my parenting journey, and “Far from the Tree.”

Eating lunch (or not) and why I’m packing brussel sprouts

Stella attends preschool across town. ┬áIt's a long, crosstown haul, but obnoxiously scenic. We skim the north end of Lake Union, gazing across the glimmering water at the cityscape, Space Needle, and all the quirky houseboats that the line the shores. The trek takes us through Fremont, past the troll and across the world's most… Continue reading Eating lunch (or not) and why I’m packing brussel sprouts

New glasses, a new outlook, and a wide open space.

Apologies for my last boring update. I felt obligated to ramble through our ophthalmology appointment. More of a Lord of the Rings style saga than a mere appointment. That said, writing it all out helped me put the many little oddly shaped pieces together. A couple of weeks later, we went to Alderwood Vision Therapy… Continue reading New glasses, a new outlook, and a wide open space.

A letter to my team

Dear Celtics, It's me, Amber. I know you're a little busy right now. But I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, because maybe, just maybe the great collective energy from fans watching and listening from everywhere really does affect games. (Not just the cheers in the actual Garden, and by the… Continue reading A letter to my team

Canon bomb

We got a new camera. Stepped up to an SLR. I know it can do amazing things. I just don't know how to make it do any of those amazing things, as you'll see. Below is a picture of Stella and her Animal Hospital. She loves it, and so do I. When she gets engrossed… Continue reading Canon bomb

Thwarting an emerging toddler dictatorship

Stella screamed, at the top of her incredibly powerful 16-month-old lungs, several times at Gymboree today. Because she wanted the almighty red-headed puppet Gymbo, but he was a crowd of toddlers away and busy hanging out with someone else. Because a smiley classmate found a stray bubble next to her on the slide, and she… Continue reading Thwarting an emerging toddler dictatorship