Lindsey and Toma, right before he threw the sucker.
Summer trying to share her candy, but he won't take it. A lady came by and handed him a freezie and he threw it back at her! He won't eat anything other than baby food, and it's like he doesn't even know what to do with it!
This one's for you Kristin......our pierced and dyed oldest daughter................yeaaaaah. Okie dokie then.....
He still does the hand thing a lot, especially when he's in a different surrounding. He's not as bad as he used to be though.
Michael thoroughly enjoying the little piece of chicken a chicken truck was handing out....he literally ran after the truck to get a piece---that's my boy!
Reaching for papa.....how sweet.
I wish I knew what he was thinking of this whole new world.
*****It was another long day today at the Dr. appointments. I have come to the conclusion that it does NO good to go to these appointments when all he does is cry the entire time. They can't get anything done anyway. So, unless it's a critical appointment or he's going to be sedated...I just don't see the benefit of going. Then my overly confident 18 yr old son got us SO LOST twice on the way home. It took an extra hour to get home. Right in rush hour traffic. So none of us were happy by the time we got home, I packed pb&j sandwhiches so we wouldn't have to stop and eat ($) and I fed Toma his cereal while waiting for the dr. to come in.
But the week is almost over! Yes!
I have about 7 more coming up before August. Oh, and the gastroenterologist and nutritionist want us to increase his caloric intake, so I will have to be creative in what I mix in his cereal. If he doesn't gain weight, we have to look at a G-tube, and I don't want to do that, nor do I think it's necessary. He eats a lot of baby cereal and yogurts, and things like that. So, I think I'm going to start mixing Pediasure in his cereal.
Whew...long day, I'm off to bed. :)
ps... Even though I complain about days like these, I don't want to lose sight of how blessed I am to have this sweet little soul in my life. He is SO needy and little....and sweet and gentle. And I have no idea what he has been through with doctors in his life, but I know he spent the first 7 months of his life in a hospital being poked and prodded, as he was somewhat of an 'oddity' there...and they were trying to figure out just what was wrong with him. And then of course, at the orphanage he wasn't fond of the doctor, as I saw first hand. So, I guess I have to cut him a little slack for crying for like 4 hours straight! :)