Basement fun.

Monkey is understandably obsessed with our basement these days.  We spend a lot of time down there as we clean up, reorganize and prepare to build an office for Duhdee’s newest business. 

The clean up portion was a ton of fun for Monkey because we had to pull out all of his old toys which he really loved.  He would play with his baby toys and you could see that he clearly remembered all of these old friends.  We found a lovely young family via craigslist and we gave them ALL of Monkey’s outgrown toys and baby gear, they were very excited.

The reorganization portion is still on-going and Monkey is even more thrilled.  First, Duhdee built me a seed starting area, I have room for 4 seed tray flats now which is MORE than enough to satisfy me, lol.   He has hung 4 flourescent lights (two over each shelf) and yesterday started the process of wiring them to an automated switch.  He’ll program the lights to turn on and off automatically.  Woot!

All of this building and wiring has meant that Duhdee has been using power tools.  Nothing makes Monkey happier than power tools.  We bought him a set for Christmas and they are very cool but his drill isn’t quite as cool as Duhdee’s drill.  Initally, we kept him from using Duhdee’s drill but eventually we realized that he could use it safely as long as there was no bit in it.   Monkey was thrilled with this development and happily spent many hours pretending to drill holes in the walls, in my seed stand and in the floor.

He’s been keeping a close eye on Duhdee though and he noticed that when Duhdee used his drill he added a “bit.”  It wasn’t long before Monkey was scouring the basement looking for “bits” (this is the cutest thing he says right now besides “honey,” of course.)  He’s very creative and found several potential “bits” and asked me to help him with them.  After putting him off for the entire afternoon he brought over an actual bit that we decided he could safely use.  It was a short, blunt bit that could be used for sockets.  Duhdee installed the bit and Monkey was again thrilled. 

A short time later, Monkey approached me with a bolt.  He was trying to get the bit into the bolt.  I took it from him and showed him that it didn’t fit and Monkey wandered off again.   I showed the bolt to Duhdee before I put it away because I was amazed that, out of all the choices, Monkey had picked a bolt with the right shape!  A minute later Monkey approached me again, this time with a socket.  And again it wasn’t just any socket but one out of hundreds that very nearly fit his bit.  Duhdee was so impressed that he stopped what he was doing and found the proper bit and socket combination for Monkey to play with.   

I am so impressed by his ability to match odd shapes and to judge sizes so accurately, we’re talking a 1/16th of an inch (or mayb 1/32th of an inch) off on the socket and he had literally hundreds to chose from.  It wasn’t even the most convenient socket to reach, he had to reach over several rows to get the one he picked.  He just blows my mind sometimes.

Besides the wiring we’ve started painting the basement with a paint designed to seal out moisture.  Duhdee picked one that is water based so Monkey was able to help us paint.  He seemed to enjoy it at first but ultimately decided that using power tools is more fun.  I think if Duhdee had given him the roller he might have stuck with painting longer.  Though anything that we do down there paint-wise will be an improvement, we weren’t quite brave enough to hand over a full loaded paint roller.  We still have miles of basement left (we’re painting each area as we finish cleaning it up and just before Duhdee re-wires it) so maybe he’ll get his hands on a roller before we finish.

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Pet Names

Duhdee and I are feeling extremely greatful today that we do not use silly pet names with each other when we’re at home.  Why?  Because earlier today we were in the basement (yes, we spend a LOT of time down there these days, it’s getting a major facelift) and we heard Monkey say something.  I had to ask him to repeat himself because I was pretty sure that he could not have said what I thought I’d heard.   He repeated himself, clear as a bell.

Our son…is now calling us both…”Honey.”  *snort*

Monkey can count!

Monkey has learned to count this past week.  It’s so darned cute, hopefully I can get it on video.  Each night after dinner we sit down and blow out the candles.  There are seven candles and he can count to seven now!  True, he normally starts at “two” (because he doesn’t want just one candle, no way, no how) but he will start at one if prompted and go all the way up.  The words are getting clearer and clearer each time.  Go Monkey!

I heard from my HR director.

He left a message for me yesterday while I was at lunch.  He asked me to call him back so we can discuss a health care advocate.  *Grimace*  I have a special education advocate, why not a health care advocate too?

I did not call him back, I was in a very bad mood already and I am trying to limit my meltdowns these days.  I just find it very annoying to think I need to pay someone to advocate on my behalf in order to get these people to do the right thing.

Cupcake comes to play.

Yesterday morning, Cupcake came over to play with Monkey for a while.  Let me tell you the cuteness is nearly unbearable when these two get together.  They just totally love each other.   It started off a bit rocky because although Monkey is great at sharing other kids’ toys he is not so great at sharing his toys.

Case in point…he even resorted to sitting on toys (that he doesn’t even play with normally) just to keep them out of Cupcake’s hands. 

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After a few minutes and a few gentle reminders to share he was doing great.

The favorite activity of the day however was this…

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Staring out the window watching Duhdee use the snowblower.  They’d even knock on the window to try to get his attention.  How cute are they? ((No, Monkey isn’t standing on anything.  They’re 3 years apart and he does just tower over her.  I think she was actually on her tippy toes trying to see out, lol.))

I take back every mean thing I’ve ever said about…

Barney.  Cupcake was over visiting a while ago and we watched Barney.  Monkey watched a video of kids riding bikes with a furrowed brow and then he walked over to his bike (which he has repeatedly tried to get us to remove from his sight,) signed “bike” and said “on.”

You could have blown knocked me over with a feather.  I’m amazed by how well he does considering he has not ever done this at home before (he has ridden a trike in the hall at school.)

Snow Day and the Bathroom Stalker.

Yesterday afternoon it started snowing.  Not a big deal, I do live in New England, but it is still snowing.  School was canceled which is a pretty big deal, Cambridge hardly ever cancels school.  Work was also deemed optional by the powers that be since 3 of our 3 offices were “adversely affected” by the storm.  Woot!  I’ll take a snow day, even if it means snow. Boo!

I keep meaning to tell you about my Bathroom Stalker but never seem to remember.  He just refreshed my memory though.  Whenever I go in the bathroom, he races to come watch.  When he was little it wasn’t a big deal but he’s getting to be a big boy now and Mommy really could use some alone time once in a while, even if it’s only when I’m in our tiny bathroom.  So, I’ve begun locking the door.

This development makes my little stalker furious.  When confronted by a locked door he starts knocking politely.  He gradually ramps up the knocking until it’s noticeably less than polite.  He will then grab the door handle and shake the door until I am afraid he’ll knock it right off the hinges.  I will tell him that he needs to wait a minute, I’m almost done (I am such a liar) and he will then lay down on the floor in the hallway so he can stare at my toes.  He’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed when I catch him laying their either.  He’ll just smile, wave and say “Hi!”

Emergency situation? What could that be?

We were very, very grateful to have diapers left last night.

Around midnight I went to Monkey’s room to check on him before going to bed and I noticed an odor.  A very unpleasant odor.  Monkey had diarrhea in his sleep.  He was so furious that we woke him up and put him in the shower.  He finally settled down and went back to sleep.  Wearing a diaper.

He then woke up clean and dry this AM as if nothing had ever happened.  The Spongebob’s triple wrapped in plastic bags and tossed in the garbage can outside tell a slightly different story.  Blech.

I still think we might return that big box…hundreds of diapers seem like overkill but maybe one small package won’t hurt, lol.

Waiting and hoping.

I know I’m setting myself up for disappointment but I finally broke down and went to HR to discuss our horrid insurance company.   We have Tufts Health Plan, an HMO.  Between the company contribution and our contribution we are paying close to $2,000/month for this plan and they are worthless.

They paid for Monkey’s evaluation at the FX clinic but they refused to pay for any of the therapies that were recommended.  They will not pay for any OT, they will not pay for the autism evaluation, they will not pay for his folic acid, the limits on ST are drastic enough that it’s not even worth using.  Beyond Monkey’s situation they will not pay for IVF but they will pay for the PGD.

Every time we visit the FX clinic it’s a battle.  We get the referrals, they refuse to pay.  We play by their rules and still have to jump through hoop after hoop after hoop.  One of our bills from last June nearly went to collections in December because they couldn’t get their act together.  No one could figure out why they weren’t paying it.  We had to get an extension from the hospital to avoid a black mark on our credit over something that was not our fault.

The insurance company that we had before HR made the switch?  They cover ALL of this.  Every last penny would be covered and our co-pays would be $10 cheaper per office visit.  AND because of the universal healthcare law here in MA I could buy this plan for $12/month less than what the company and I are paying now.

I was, and still am, furious over this.  Being a parent is not easy.  Being a parent to a kid with special needs is even less easy.  We spend all of our waking hours some days managing him. When bedtime arrives we are exhausted just about every night.  On top of all that we spend hours and HOURS of our lives negotiating bureaucratic bullshit.  From the school, from the insurance company. 

It’s enough to make a girl cry and cry I did when I started to explain to the HR director what all of this added stress does to our family.  I told him we need these things.  Monkey needs these things.  We can’t afford to spend what we’re spending on this health plan and not get anything out of it.  We can’t afford to spend what we’re spending on this health plan and then spend an additional $2,000 a month out of pocket on the therapies that other health plans would cover.  

I told him quite frankly that this is going to play a significant role in my decision to stay with the company or not.  Monkey and his development are too important for me to not consider this very seriously.  He asked me to give him time to call the insurance company and try to navigate the situation for me.  We have a small window of time to file an appeal of our latest rejection and he wants to try to avoid that.  So do I, I don’t want to have to hire a freaking attorney to get my insurance company to pay for a medically necessary, diagnostic test for crying out loud.

Argh.  So…I’m waiting and hoping that for just ONCE the insurance company makes this easy.  I am bound to be disappointed though.  *sigh*