Wow, it's really cold out. It's been said that Minnesotans are obsessed with the weather and love to talk about it, but it really is worth mentioning. My front door is frozen shut. I can't even go anywhere. It's ridiculously cold.
Nick was in New York this week and Henry and I have been at home counting calories and watching Duck Tales. We did make it to Occupational Therapy earlier in the week and R, Henry's OT, and my own personal confidence booster, gave me some more great tips to help Henry cope with changes, strangers breathing anywhere near him and, god forbid, someone pushing the elevator button before him. She also gave me another parenting book. I thought I'd read them all, but no... someone wrote another one.
Henry on a square OT swing
We've decided to put food therapy on hold, because it's really not going anywhere. Henry still only eats waffles and chicken nuggets. For now I just try to remember that it's my job to provide a nutritious and balanced meal; It's Henry's job to eat it. R told me that she works with one child who only eats Little Debbie snacks, so I feel like we're not so bad off. (This rationale can help you a lot in life, Ive found. Someone is always just a little more fucked than you are, so chin up!)
Instead we'll focus on postural control, fine motor skills, sitting still and various motor processing issues. All of this to help Henry be less of a brat. And it's working! Combined with a butt load of patience and understanding, on my part, we've had a couple of really good weeks with very few tantrums. The real test will be our upcoming trip to Cabo. Things didn't go so well last time, but we'll all be better prepared for family vacation part two.
