Having a Child with Down Syndrome, Part LXXVII: PT and OT Soup

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What an interesting afternoon. Alice and I did our usual shopping routine at Big Y. Alice had “1 pound American cheese” on her list and I needed to get some ciabatta rolls so I let her go ahead and grab the ticket to wait while I tried (in vain) to find them. Alice told me she got #44, so I told her to pay attention and I went back to my task, deciding to let her fly solo on this one. To my surprise, when they called 44, she instantly exclaimed, “that’s me!” and went up to the counter and did everything on her own. Independence goal achieved.

After shopping was done, we went out to the car and she took her clipboard and glasses and got in while I put the shopping bags into the car.  I put the cart into to the corral and when I walked towards the car, I could see Alice working on getting herself buckled. My car’s seat belts have more resistance than E’s. I have been assisting and scaffolding back my help. Before I got to the car, I heard a nice solid click. She had done it completely by herself. Independence goal achieved.

When we got home and put the groceries away, I knew that she wanted to go straight for the TV but had exhausted her TV allowance for the week already. I prepped for that by asking her if she wanted to help me make some chicken broth. I pulled all the wilty vegetables out while I was putting the fresh away and set up a quick mise-en-place for her and took out a large crock pot (mental note, take out the camera sooner to get more process pictures).


Alice’s first job was to break all the carrots into pieces. This works both hands and is a good stabilizing task for her stroke-affected hand.  Celery next, same task. Old parsley – remove from the plastic bag, take off the twist-tie and the rubber band and into the pot.  She did all this while I carved up a store-roasted chicken and put the meat into containers for the fridge.

I put the bones into the crock and scraps into the crock and washed my hands.  Next I set things up so she could push cloves into an onion. I poked a knife into the onion to make a half dozen X’s and let Alice push the cloves into the X’s. This exercises fine motor, especially her pincer grasp.


Next I put a dozen peppercorns into a spice jar lid and asked her put in 6. More fine motor and pincer grasp and she has to do the counting. Then a couple of bay leaves.


I topped the crock up with water and set it on low with a 10 hour setting.  Before bed, I’ll reset it for another 10 hours and in the morning, maybe more.  After that, I’ll strain out the solids and after the brother has cooled put it in the fridge. Later in the week, I’ll make chicken noodle soup with it and the cup up chicken bits.

Now you know my recipe for home made chicken broth as well as my recipe for physical therapy and occupational therapy.

Meantime, I have to remember to make an appointment with my doctor about my knees to see what the chances are that I can do the road race. I took a week off training and the pain is less, but still bad. I really want to do the race, but I will arrange a surrogate if I have to.


Fatherhood Summed Up

Alice and I spent today at a Father’s Day event at Kimball Farm that was run by Mass D.A.D.S. This event is just about the right speed for Alice: bumper boats, animal event, lawn games, lunch, arcade. The timing works out very well for her. This is our second year going and I took a ton of pictures. In the span of a few minutes, Alice summed up exactly what parenthood has been for me:



One thing I’ve said jokingly is that I’m my kids’ second favorite person in the universe; unfortunately, everyone else is tied for first. In the first picture she went from cuddling to “yeah, let’s get you out of the picture, dad.” Fatherhood has been tricky that way. Right now both kids, given a choice, will take mom over me. This is draining for E and alienating for me. Tough stuff because both of us love our kids very deeply.

Alice got enough tickets on the redemption games to earn a stuffed animal. She chose an alligator and named him ‘smelly alligator’, which I think is hilarious. I think she chose the alligator because at the animal event, she got to touch an alligator. At home she said that he was the ‘ugliest alligator’. I don’t think we’ve heard her use a superlative like that – awesome.

On the downside of things, I’ve injured my right knee. Not sure what it is yet – it’s on the medial side and the pain shows up mostly when I pivot. I think I’ll take a week off training and maybe try a knee band/brace to see if that helps.


Here’s one last picture of Alice’s eyes – I really like them and the light really brought out the variety of color.



Why Am I Training to Run the Falmouth Road Race? No Brain, No Pain.

I was thinking about this a lot during today’s run.  I could just raise funds and not do the race, right? No – this goes against my lawful good nature (this has always been a thing with me: I think chaotic good but act lawful good). The benefits go across the board: from the training, I will be in better physical condition which is better for my health and as a consequence, better for my family. In the race, I will be wearing a singlet for the organization, which will serve the MDSC for promotion, as will any photos they take.


I think about these things through the training runs. It’s hard to get old. When I was in my early 20’s, I did a 10K at about an 8 minute per mile pace. The intervening quarter century hasn’t been kind, so I have to scale back my effort a lot, but this has some interesting side-effects in the training. This first time I did this race in 2012, I started training late and had to set a goal of doing the race in intervals – 3/4 running, 1/4 walking. I had a successful training run at that distance and started getting very painful stabbing pain in my hip which I couldn’t cut with OTC pain killers. It was eventually diagnosed as Femoral Acetabular Impingement and I’m hoping that the steps I’m taking to mitigate it are enough.

This year, I had a better time going as I had been using an elliptical trainer through the winter so my goal is run straight through at about a 14 minute per mile pace. Looking back two years, here was my training report at this of year:

Last week’s runs: M 4 (4x .75r .25w), W 4 (4x .75r .25w), F 4.5 (4x .75r .25 w; .25r .25w). Hard week as I came down with something nasty that’s swollen up the right side of my head and is apparently not bacterial as the antibiotics haven’t touched it (yet).

Interestingly enough, today I did 6 miles total (6 x .75r .25w), the running portion alone was the same as long Friday run two years ago – great news. The down side to this is that at my pace, training runs take a long time. The 6 miles took me 100 minutes, average at 16 minutes per mile, so I’m right on target.

For fundraising, I’m a little more than halfway there. If you’ve donated already, you’re awesome! If you haven’t donated yet, you’re awesome and you just don’t know it. Please consider a donation.


The School Dance

Oh, this is just the kind of event that Alice loves: lots of people, lots of music, lots of noise.


She dressed up, E did her hair, and the whole family went to the dance. Alice’s friends were excited to see her. E brought some gluten free pizza to the cafeteria and some of Alice’s friends saw E and asked, “where’s Alice?” “Up in the gym” and they vanished heading for the stairs.

Not everything was perfect. Alice saw some of the kids dropping to the floor and spinning their legs so she wanted to do that. Unfortunately, this creates a problem when you’re wearing a dress. E gave Alice a talk about it. She did it again. I brought her out for a time out and a warning that the next time out would be longer and on the third time we would spend the rest of the dance in the car. She did it again. I brought her outside for the longer time out. This sunk in.

The rest of the dance was wonderful. Lots of smiles, lots of giggles, lots of running around.


What a Difference a Week Makes

I don’t know what happened in the past week, but a bunch of things came on line for Alice, cognitively. Saturday didn’t start auspiciously – Alice had used up all her earned TV time the evening before and she had gotten a hold of my Kindle and ordered a digital copy of Frozen and started watching it. I had no idea that my Kindle could do that. Good one. We did the shopping and Alice did a terrific job, including asking the fishmonger for “calamari tubes”. She did a great job listening and doing her shopping and Alice has added a new trick to her social repertoire: she reads names off name tags and addresses the employees by name in a very sing-song tone of voice, “oh hi Bob!”

She had a ballet recital that afternoon and did a fantastic job:

14320191912_0829aa4041_oJust look at that – her feet are in the right position as are her arms! And this was not isolated. Although she was a somewhat late sometimes, she was hitting most of the moves. I took many blind shots so as not to ruin the view for other parents from the camera’s LCD, and she was right on!

They gave out flowers and there were more than a few people calling out her name when she got hers.

We turned right around and drove to Boston with E and her brother to go to her first major league baseball game.


Alice started off yelling “Go Red Sox!” Then she started yelling “Go catcher!” After each batter, she was looking up behind us at the scoreboard and reading the position of the next player and cheered them on by position. This is fantastic use of pragmatics and literacy! Wow!

We did some shopping today and made a stop to pick up some more sidewalk chalk and while we headed to the section, Alice was saying “Just chalk and not coloring books. Just chalk and not paint. Just chalk not…” I was afraid she was going to list the entire inventory of Michael’s. Yikes. At the checkout she introduced herself to the cashier “Hi my name is Alice and this is my daddy. He’s special.” Was she buttering me up, do you think?

We had our occasional lunch date at Taco Bell and after we finished eating, Alice heard Firework by Katy Perry and Alice was turning real life into a musical by starting to sing out in the restaurant. Torn between being a wet blanket and encouraging music, I just hushed her while she was singing.


So real life wasn’t too much like Glee…