Showing posts with label Play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Play. Show all posts

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Physical Therapy Phun #1

We've been working on physical therapy for awhile with Wes, but until recently it hasn't been anything "crazy".  For those of you with infants with Ds, or any infant for that fact, here are some exercises that we've learned from our PT and the Gross Motor Skills for Children with Down Syndrome book that are worth checking out. There are also other PT exercises we do for his neck, but that is to loosen mild tightness due to the old way in which we fed Wes.

Yay! It's therapy time! Therapy time is fun (when it's with mom and dad) because we get to play!


During therapy, Mommy started holding my arms under my body because tummy time became really tough for me. So tough, that I starting to fall asleep. I don't know - I can't remember? Anyway, the book told her that it was a good idea to hold my arms to increase my strength.



When Mommy let's my arms go, I tumble over like a tree!


Uh-oh!

Yikes!

Another thing Mommy and Daddy like to do is sit me on the couch. The move my bootie so it touches the back, though I try and scooch down when they're not looking. (I don't really like sitting up yet.) Daddy read that this helps me strengthen my core and my neck at the same time! In this picture, Daddy is making funny faces at me so that I look up at him and don't drop my chin.


Daddy, you're so funny!


Can we stop now?

The best part of therapy is getting kisses from Mom and Dad. They want me to know how awesome I am doing!


The next therapy that we do is side lying. I don't like this too much when I do it on the floor on blankets. This feels pretty good on the couch! My parents want me to reach out to them or to a toy... I personally prefer to eat Percy's face off.



Finally we do shoulder lifts. Some parents like to pull their babies by the arms and  lift them up, but I need to build up strength first. Mommy says that Hypotonia stinks like a dirty diaper. I don't know what Hypotonia is, but I'd rather not smell it!



Mommy and Daddy say that they're so proud of me every time I do therapy. It makes me feel special. I love it when they say, "Yay, Wessie!" It makes me feel like a rock star!



To thank my parents for therapy, I quickly messed my diaper and the goods went up my back, down my legs and into my toes. I even peed on Mommy! (Shh! So funny!) At least I got a bath! Boy, I love baths!

Until next time!
XOXO Wessie Poo (literally!)

Friends, Tiny and Tall

This past weekend I had the opportunity to catch up with my {new and dear} friend, Erin. Erin and I are both graduates from the same high school and practically grew up next door to one another, but never "hung out" as teens. Not until I learned about Wes's diagnosis did I reach out to Erin {though I stalked her blog like crazy!}

Here are some cute pics from this weekend....

Erin, Wes & Baby June-Bug


Me and Grady

Love <3 !
Photo credits to Erin Witkowski and her lovely iPhone!

We've got a whole lotta love going on here! 
{MIA from the pics are Paul (daddo-o) & Mason (Grady's big bro)

Friday, July 27, 2012

Love: Father & Son

Not a whole lot to say today... The pictures will tell the story...


1-2-3- Wee! {Wes lifts his arms up every time! He loves this!}

"Daddy, you're so silly!"




You cannot deny John's love for Wes...

Daddy's world!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Prince Valium

Wes has recently decided to protest tummy time... not by rolling over, but by falling asleep. I don't blame him; if I had all those cozy blankets under me, I'd pass out too!

Maybe soft blankets were a bad idea for tummy time...

Mom "encouraged" Wes to move

 "What? I can't sleep all day?"

Stretch!

Happiness...

Prince Valium much prefers his play mat {shocker!}



Child, your expressions are priceless...

 I just want to chew on those chubby cheeks!







 "Mommy, what are you doing?"
 


I love this handsome little man...