Memory Game

Little Miss is a champ at the game Memory! She beats Vanessa no problem (ha! well, Vanessa never could play the game).  I'm just so tickled pink about Missy's good memory. She may be further ahead emotionally, but her brother is generally better at games and academics since he is more advanced physically, mentally and in speech so this totally exciting to me.  When we bought the game at the store per suggestion of the PT gal, the twins wanted to know who I was buying it for. I told them it was mine and that I would share it with them. They don't know how to co-own anything, as yet. I have to model sharing: -)

We went back to the audiologist today. He ascertained by the records I was able to scrounge up that her hearing loss is not genetic or related to her cranial facial deficiencies. It's likely a result of the constant ear infection she's suffered most of her life. This is good news. It's likely reversible - if an issue at all because the next thing he did was look in her ears and find them 100% occluded with wax in one ear and nearly so in the other. End of visit. He could not do any hearing tests with such a mess. They made us an appointment for an ENT specialist to take care of the wax. She'll be deaf for another three weeks, I guess.   I'm praying all the deafness she has dealt with over the years from her infections (probably caused by the smoking of her birthparents, and the bottles in bed until nearly 5 yrs of age, and maybe the dairy consumption - according to Mr. Audiologist) has not caused her an auditory processing disorder.  The thing to do is get her ears cleaned out as quick as possible and go from there.

The white rice did it's job. We only had two pairs of stinky underwear to deal with in town.

Our one interesting escapade in town today was when Buster refused to use the toilet. I had especially chosen the writing teacher's house because it was the right time and not a public setting and we've been there every week and used that potty.  We talked about it in the car and decided we would play Memory when we were all done. Everyone agreed. Little Miss did her job fine. Then it was Buster's turn and he refused to cooperate. I worked with him... finally asking him if he wanted to play the game with us when he was done. "NO!"  When he gets in the mood he's contrary in everything. "Okay fine. You don't cooperate, you don't play." It was out to the car and to buckle up and wait for the girls to be done class. He started screaming and I joined him with my not-so-lovely-opera - only I was sitting in the back seat of the suburban a few inches from his ear. End of screaming. He just hates that. I think he might be understanding my dislike for screaming.  (ya think?)  The real victory in all of it was that he eventually decided he would go potty after all and he did play the game with the rest of the kids.