Sunday, May 10, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Making Footprints - A Carmel Adventure
Our trip to Carmel was all about the beach this time, well, the beach and my firetruck boots, but mostly the beach. So I thought, instead of using a thousand words to tell you about our trip, I'd show you a selection of photos I thought were worth more than a thousand words. So, here we go.
And then there was Dennis the Menace Park where we had loads of fun on the slides, in the tunnels, at the water fountain, and on the wriggly wooden bridge:
And more beach. I love the beach, in fact, as I was looking at these pictures, trying to figure out which ones to share with my peeps, I asked Mama if we could go back to the beach. She said we would, soon. Can't wait, but for now, here's some more of my favorite beach pics from the end of our trip:
There's nothing like leaving footprints in the sand. Hunter out.
And then there was Dennis the Menace Park where we had loads of fun on the slides, in the tunnels, at the water fountain, and on the wriggly wooden bridge:
And more beach. I love the beach, in fact, as I was looking at these pictures, trying to figure out which ones to share with my peeps, I asked Mama if we could go back to the beach. She said we would, soon. Can't wait, but for now, here's some more of my favorite beach pics from the end of our trip:
There's nothing like leaving footprints in the sand. Hunter out.
Friday, May 1, 2009
I am Hunter. And I CAN Eat!
Three years.
Four months.
And three days.
For those of you not familiar with the many struggles I've had to overcome so early in my life, eating has been among the most distressing of them all. On the day I was born, I was assigned to a pediatrician who just didn't care enough to address my parents continued concerns about my eating, which ultimately cost me dearly in every aspect of my life. It took three years, four months, three days, a new pediatrician and three feeding therapists to get me to this:
Yes, on April 20, 2009, Clinic 4 Kids came into our home and showed me eating can be fun. They also suggested some helpful items to make transitions into different eating stages easier for Mama and Dad. Three of these things are:
My chair, a Graco Contempo folding highchair, is the stage for most everything feeding related, for now. I still have three tube feedings that take place in my usual chair, but the tube feedings are becoming smaller and smaller, hopefully to longer exist one day in the near future.
The Maroon Spoon, a plastic spoon used only for feeding times, was brought by Clinic 4 Kids and is assigned to highchair feedings only. That's right. It's not used for anything other than the food I eat when I'm in my highchair.
And then there's the Magic Bullet. No, not THE Magic Bullet, Emson's Magic Bullet, a blender that boasts, "Do virtually any job in the kitchen, all in 10 seconds or less." Does it work? You bet, not that we've tried anything too complicated yet.
So all this fancy stuff has but one purpose for now, to help get food into my body. Mind you, I haven't eaten any kind of solid food for probably two and a half years, so we're starting small, but we're starting and that's what we're so exicted about. And this is what's currently on the menu:
So that's the business end of feeding time. The fun stuff Mama keeps in a bucket, but I was able to snag a few pics of the booty. Here's some of the things I get to play with when I eat:
Yes, I know it's a lot of booty for one pirate, but Mama says it's all about keeping me motivated. More options, slower burnout. I do have my favorite items: the Penguin animal wheel, balls, balloons, and the miniature autos from Pixar's Cars. Things are good, getting better even, and hopefully this will all lead to normal eating habits and a belly with no spicket attached.
Back with more soon. FREE COMIC BOOK DAY was yesterday which was quite the undertaking and I still have our Carmel trip to chat about.
Hunter out.
Four months.
And three days.
For those of you not familiar with the many struggles I've had to overcome so early in my life, eating has been among the most distressing of them all. On the day I was born, I was assigned to a pediatrician who just didn't care enough to address my parents continued concerns about my eating, which ultimately cost me dearly in every aspect of my life. It took three years, four months, three days, a new pediatrician and three feeding therapists to get me to this:
Yes, on April 20, 2009, Clinic 4 Kids came into our home and showed me eating can be fun. They also suggested some helpful items to make transitions into different eating stages easier for Mama and Dad. Three of these things are:
My chair, a Graco Contempo folding highchair, is the stage for most everything feeding related, for now. I still have three tube feedings that take place in my usual chair, but the tube feedings are becoming smaller and smaller, hopefully to longer exist one day in the near future.
The Maroon Spoon, a plastic spoon used only for feeding times, was brought by Clinic 4 Kids and is assigned to highchair feedings only. That's right. It's not used for anything other than the food I eat when I'm in my highchair.
And then there's the Magic Bullet. No, not THE Magic Bullet, Emson's Magic Bullet, a blender that boasts, "Do virtually any job in the kitchen, all in 10 seconds or less." Does it work? You bet, not that we've tried anything too complicated yet.
So all this fancy stuff has but one purpose for now, to help get food into my body. Mind you, I haven't eaten any kind of solid food for probably two and a half years, so we're starting small, but we're starting and that's what we're so exicted about. And this is what's currently on the menu:
So that's the business end of feeding time. The fun stuff Mama keeps in a bucket, but I was able to snag a few pics of the booty. Here's some of the things I get to play with when I eat:
Yes, I know it's a lot of booty for one pirate, but Mama says it's all about keeping me motivated. More options, slower burnout. I do have my favorite items: the Penguin animal wheel, balls, balloons, and the miniature autos from Pixar's Cars. Things are good, getting better even, and hopefully this will all lead to normal eating habits and a belly with no spicket attached.
Back with more soon. FREE COMIC BOOK DAY was yesterday which was quite the undertaking and I still have our Carmel trip to chat about.
Hunter out.
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