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Jumping and catching and stuff

This afternoon, Eddie was re-evaluated by his physical therapist. Some 10 months ago, she told us to come back in if he wasn't jumping by spring. Now that we're ending summer and he's still not jumping, I figured it was time.

No real surprises in the results of the evaluation. His gross motor skills are more delayed for his age than they were 10 months ago. There are three areas of gross motor that he's scored on (I, of course, don't remember what they are), and of those, he scored at an age of 18 months on one and 21 months on the other two. His major deficits were in jumping (he doesn't), catching (also no), and throwing (he only throws underhand). Most of his delays are due more to spacial planning than low tone, which is a change.

So, we're going to start with bi-weekly PT, which will fill the gap created by decreasing OT to every other week. On a vaguely related note, I've decided to pull him out of private feeding therapy all together, so he'll just continue to have speech & feeding once a week at school.

Now, a funny story:

We were at my dad's warehouse after the PT appointment so that I could work while Nonna watched Eddie. Towards the end of the evening, he came in to Nonna and said, "I don't want to go to peace time." Nonna, of course, told him he wasn't going to peace time because he hadn't done anything wrong. I knew better.

Me: Eddie, did you do something naughty?
Eddie: Zes.
Me: What did you do?
Eddie: I painted it.
Me: What did you paint?
Eddie: I painted the chair.
Me: Show me.
Eddie lead me to the chair, where he had rubbed an eraser on the leather.

I had him "clean up" and apologize to Grandpa. Maybe he will have learned not to fess up so easily.