CONAN

Mommy wanted to see her old Conan friends before we leave, so she hauled me up to Burbank to visit the Warner Bros. lot.

Conan was a nice guy, but I wouldn’t pose for a picture with him or let him pick me up. So he snuck up behind me while I was playing on a computer so Mommy could get a picture. Sneaky guy! Then I visited the studio and said hi to about a hundred other people.

Conan

Conan

Conan

Conan

Conan

THANKS, NATALIA, JULIANA & LINDSAY!

Yesterday was my last day of physical therapy. This time, I had my session with Lindsay. And in honor of my last day, she decided to let me go crazy! I rode Frank the Fire Truck out in the office hallway and practiced doing steps in the stairwell. I will miss you gals!

Thanks, Natalia, Juliana and Lindsay!

Thanks, Natalia, Juliana and Lindsay!

Thanks, Natalia, Juliana and Lindsay!

3-YEAR CHECKUP

My 3-year stats!

Length: 35.25 in (10th percentile)

Weight: 28 lbs 8 oz (25th percentile) I’M GROWING!

Number of teeth: 16 (but 2 more are on their way!)

Favorite food: Trader Joe’s organic whole milk plain yogurt – STILL!

Favorite toy: I still love all my cars and trucks equally.

Favorite book: I like a lot of books right now. Probably my favorite, though, is Cars Galore by Peter Stein and Bob Staake.

Fun words I say: Miralax, probiotic, iPad, Kindle, lugubrious (Daddy just taught me that one).

Stuff I can do: Read numbers from 0-19; type “Tayo” in the search field on YouTube; tell the difference between a flat head and a Phillips head.

Compare with my last checkup!

30-month checkup

THANKS, DEBRA!

Thank you and goodbye to my feeding therapist, Debra!

When I started with Debra a little over a year ago, I couldn’t have my face cleaned without me screaming, I wouldn’t let anyone brush my teeth, wouldn’t drink out of a bottle or cup, and wouldn’t put anything in my mouth except for yogurt, baby oatmeal, and strawberry puree. Now, I have no problem having my face cleaned (even my nose!), having my teeth brushed (my dentist is super happy!), drinking out of a cup (still don’t understand that whole straw thing, though), or putting lots of different foods in my mouth.

Pretty soon, I’ll start seeing the doctors and therapists at Portland’s pediatric feeding clinic, and they will take me to the next level of actually chewing and swallowing the food that I put in my mouth. Debra told me to let her know when that happens. She’ll be so happy!

As much as I love Debra, though, I would not let Mommy take a picture of us on our last day. But Debra tricked me and asked me to help her move the garbage can. And Mommy got her picture! Nooooo!

Thanks, Debra!