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.”
Ah, the joy, elation, and shock that zinged through our brains when upon entering the giant maze, Stella demanded to go to the play area at IKEA. Smaland. We'd never even tried or considered it before. But finally she was ready, independent, proactive, long since potty-trained, and wanted to have fun without us, while we… Continue reading How do you solve a problem like IKEA?
Stella attends preschool across town. It'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
Hello, blog. How are you? What? Those bags under my eyes? No, ten years haven't passed. I'm just really tired. Mom tired. Recently-nighttime-potty-trained tired. You get the picture. Not a picture of me until my next haircut, though. I need bangs to distract from the bags. So, Stella wears bifocals now. I think they are… Continue reading Look what the cat granddaughter dragged in!
Please do not do anything fun or exciting. Don't you know that the world is scary, and you are incapable of navigating it on your own? The Micromanagement "Make sure both feet are always on the rope," said one mom. Her hands had a death grip on his ankles as she literally placed her seven-year-old… Continue reading Perilous Play
Back on October 1st, after a family vacation in California, a third birthday purposefully infested with ladybugs of the stuffed, cupcake and pinata varieties, and well-executed flower girl duties in Minneapolis, we moved into our first home. We'd looked at about 40 houses. With. Stella. You get how astounding that is, right? As we drank champagne… Continue reading Merry Christmas and a Happy New Home
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.
Well, on Friday morning, Stella and I made our way to Seattle Children's ophthalmology department for her yearly exam. The high-level stats for those keeping score and not wanting to sift through a lengthy post: Clear improvement of stereoscopy, virtually unchanged acuity (still one line different at 20/30 and 20/40, though one examiner saw equal… Continue reading Judgement Day for Stella’s Vision, Part 1: Ophthalmology’s View
Recently, after complaining on Facebook about how a prom-related copywriting project evoked cringe-inducing memories, a friend from across the globe presented something of a dare. He said that if I agreed to write about my prom horror story, he'd share his as well. Kind of like "I'll show you mine if you show me yours,"… Continue reading Prom bomb, un-edited because I’m not sure I can survive re-reading it
A few weeks ago, I noticed a distinct change in Stella's vision. Bam! It could not have been more obvious if she slapped me across the face and said, "Damn it, mommy woman! My vision is changing! Give me a god damned hug!" In short, her peripheral vision opened up in dramatic fashion. Last year,… Continue reading The Great Peripheral Awakening of 2011