Hello Everybody

Arrlm, mmpht, hhmpt, pppt, pptr, uh?

Oh, hello everybody!

Now, I know it's been a long time but my arms are so tired from all my therapy that it's a real sacrifice for me to do this for you.

Well, we left off in the middle of Pesach down south.

Here is my Tatty explaining to me how he changes my diaper. First the right then the left...

It was a long lesson...
By the way I made more friends down here like this fuzzy, squawking ducky. I also played with a stretchy red thing with spikes and goo inside that lit up when my Tatty made it light up.

I also met my cousin from the west, with whom I got to spend some quality time.All in all, chol hamoed and the days that followed were quite pleasant!

Unexpectedly cold... ...but pleasant nonetheless.

On one of the chol hamoed days my aunt presented me with a very special gift - an hour with one of the most accomplished therapists of her city!

First she explained to my parents and me about some of the things we can do to make sure I will speak well, when I do begin to speak.

Bottom line, and this applies for all parents of any kind of kid, speak, speak, speak and speak some more! Tell us about everything you do tell us about everything we touch. The more you speak to us now, the more we'll speak to you later!

Then we read some picture books one about barns, cows and chickens and one that was full of cute baby pictures.

By the time we were done I was zonked!

Oh here's another fun thing I did here in the south. My Tatty tried to fix a broken washing machine and I got to help him!Yeah we always have so much fun together, my Tatty and me. In this shot I am demonstrating the one feat of which i am most proud:
Well, all good things come to an end and after Yom Tov we had to go back home. Here I am on top of all my luggage.
And when we got on the plane I found that it was so huge and had so many people... I couldn't help it... my jaw dropped open!
The trip was uneventfully and we're now back in NY.

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Back in NY the government granted me my therapy sessions, Boruch Hashem. Every week I get three session with Ms. Lesley and two with Morah Chanie. Ms. Lesley is working on my physical therapy. Here I'll show you some of the things we've worked on and some of the things she's taught me to do.

In this photo Ms. Lesley, my physical therapist, is helping me practice my grasping:In this photo she is helping me learn to roll over:

In this shot Ms. Lesley is helping me learn to reach out for things that are not put right into my hand:

In this one I am sprawled out on one of the toys she always brings. This is supposed to help me strengthen both my arm and my neck and back, all in order that one day soon I should be able to crawl.

See, since I don't understand English just yet I have to listen to Ms. Lesley's instructions very carefully. I must concentrate!

And then we start: 1,2,3...24,25, whoa! 26...Oh! When I finished with that exercise I was so thirsty I could have drunk an ocean!

But I had to leave some for the fish.

Back to business. I learned to put things into my mouth (notice how I grabbed that chain with both hands ;)I have been practicing my conversation skills:

I do some strenuous exercises on my own time too. In this shot I am working frantically to inch my way over to that chain. Oh to get my hands on that chain!And inevitably... I fall asleep.

Morah Chanie works with my mouth. Here she is working to convince me to keep my tongue inside.

That thing she is holding looks kinda like a toothbrush but it actually is meant to strengthen my jaw muscles. One day I'll show you how it works.

In this shot my Tatty keeps me balanced as I practice carrying my own weight on my own legs (though you can't see it that's really what I'm doing.) I'm up to five full seconds now!

Anyways, it's late and I haven't eaten the meal that comes after the meal after supper. So, I'll catch ya later, Bye Bye.