We had PT with our new physical therapist, Julie, yesterday. It started out very rocky, but by about halfway through, Finn warmed up and even flirted a little bit. We'd had Julie once before and it is hard to get a good impression after only one appointment, but I think I like her. I told her Finn's doctors concerns about his gross motor skills (or the lack there of) and she agreed. So, we are going back to weekly PT at Gillette (instead of every other week). I feel that even though it is obviously a pain to go more often, it is a good decision at least until he is crawling and making moves towards walking. We will get there eventually even if Finn is kicking and screaming, figuratively speaking of course. I also asked about the Occupational Therapy/feeding clinic stuff. There hadn't been any follow up (I guess that happens where there is a transition), so hopefully next week we can find a little more out.
My friend Jess came over last night and brought Finn a wonderful birthday present (thanks again, Jess...he LOVES it!), pizza for dinner and cupcakes for Finn's birthday! He didn't make a huge mess, but managed to eat quite a bit of it. He is a choco-holic and I don't know how since Jim and I don't really like chocolate that much. He'll have to get his fix from aunties and grandmas, which I don't think will be a problem.
My mom came last night and is staying until tomorrow. So nice to have the extra help, especially with Jim being gone. And Finn loves having her here. Sam came over again today and thatched (or de-thatched...not sure which is appropriate) our yard. Man, did it need it! He did it twice (or maybe three times) and is coming back to do it again. Oops, guess that's what happens when it isn't done for over 2 and a half years! He also left his pressure washer. I can't wait to get working on the deck and clean the siding, but it'll have to wait until after the party. Boo. It feels so good to get things done! Thanks, Sam :)
Daddy's on his way home right now! Yay! Poor guy, I have a list a mile long to give him when he walks in the door. Hee, hee.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.