Shenanigans

Shenanigans

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Misha and the Shrink

Misha recently had an appointment with the UD'oh (Utah Dept of Health). One of a couple he will have in the next month. This one was with a psychologist. Basically they had him in again for observations to figure out how much he has progressed in the past year or so. Or was it six months...I don't recall.

Basically, we got to visit with the psychologist and have her do some diagnostics on the boy. She asked a lot of questions to us and to Misha. He answered some and ignored others and we had to translate the bulk of it. But he did really well. He was really curious and walked around trying to open cupboards and the door and so on. The really exciting bit was when, at the end of the visit, she drew a small bell curve and showed us where Misha is in comparison to other 2 year olds in his IQ range. It turns out that he fits in the lower end of the normal IQ range for 2 year olds (90% of 2 year olds fit into that range). That was very pleasing news.

We know he understands alot more than he can express. The signing helps and we all are learning to communicate better. He also seems to be edging closer to words. He has picked up a couple recently: "Up!" when he wants us to pick him up and "BBBBB-BAA!" (like a rasberry with Baa! at the end) for the russian word for tube(tru-BA). He recently got a cloth and wire frame tube that he loves to play in. So we'll see how he does.

I plan on adding photos here when we get a replacement for the camera that broke on the Mother-daughter retreat. Shame on you Ira for leaving it in the hands of the little ghouls (girls).

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Cognative thinking

It's quite a thrill when Misha picks up something new. Not only cause he is the baby, but because we just don't know what to expect from him. The 1p36 syndrome is uncharted territory, not only for us, but for the medical world as well. There just isn't any information that can tell us what to expect. So any forward progress is cause for rejoicing.

Misha has recently figured out that electronics are fun. He enjoys pushing buttons, the TV's buttons, the radio's buttons, my buttons. And belly buttons. Ira got him interested in belly buttons so he actively seeks them out. This makes his siblings laugh when he lifts up their shirts in search of the elusive bellybutton, but it makes the ladies in nursery blush a bit.

The other day, he was playing with a couple of wooden boxes that Ira bought and dropped a lid. As per the instructions from the speech therapist, I thought I would try giving him some complex instructions. I told Misha to pick up the lid and put it in it's place. He complied. I was slightly gobbsmacked. Then, a few minutes ago, he was engaged with pulling DVDs from the shelf. He walked over to a DVD laying on one of our end tables picked it up and carried it over and placed it on top of a row of DVDs on the shelf. Then with some prompting I asked him to do the same with one of the DVDs he pulled off the shelf. I was pleasantly amazed when he successfully pulled that one off too. Yay for Misha!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

A Move

I decided to move over from my old blog site to this one. It seems to be the more popular of the two. Not that many people read my blogs anyway.

Misha is growing. He is tall and thin like Asya, but hasn't the bone density she was born with. We have an appointment with the Health Dept. in a week. They should be interested in how much he has changed over the past several months.

The Signing Time DVDs have been fun for him. He gets giddy when offer to let him watch one. He has picked up several signs from them and understands Russian and English versions of each. He has also interpreted or made up a sign of his own which we have yet to figure out. He points to his open palm with his index finger. It means something to him but nothing to us. Either we will figure it out, or we will have to make it mean something significant. The thing is, he doesn't show it to me, just Ira and the aunts, uncles, grandma, and grandpa. He also won't say "UP!" to me either without prompting, but will to Ira, grandma, and even Justin (a friend of mine).