Scooter Chronicles

Speech Therapy
Nigel’s speech therapy had been put on hold for a bit. The insurance through my employer doesn’t think that it is something that is necessary. My coverage through Lehigh Cement (and through three months of COBRA) thought that it was necessary. Marcia and I are looking into some other “insurance” possibilities, something that would cover most of the costs for us. Also there is another state funded and free to parents program that Nigel will be having an evaluation for soon. Either way, we are taking him to a few more sessions with his current therapist (Ms. Amy) regardless if the first funding comes through (who will also reimburse us) or not. We feel it is important. Just not sure how long we will be able to do that though. But things are progressing well for Nigel. He picks up new words, but still is stuck on first syllables only on many.

VROOOOM
I was flipping through the channels last Saturday morning. Nigel was up and was a little cranky, and it didn’t seem that much would make him happier. That was until I stopped on the Speed channel. I saw qualifying for an upcoming Grand Prix and didn’t recognize the track (it was the European Grand Prix being held for the first time on the streets of Valencia, Spain). I wanted to catch the info of where it was when I noticed that Nigel seemed rather fixed on the cars going by. Sure enough, when a commercial came he started pointing to the TV saying “Cars!”

On Sunday morning, we watched most of the race because Nigel was interested in watching the cars. Sometimes to help keep him in one place after his bath, we put on the TV. Instead of Playhouse Disney or something on Nickelodeon, he wanted to watch the European Grand Prix.

That’s my boy!

¡GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLL!
There are a couple of balls, like those you might find in one of those cage displays at a toy store, that Nigel plays with from time to time. Unfortunately he likes to throw them. (You can see the evidence HERE.) We try to get him to roll them on the floor, and also have been getting him to kick them. At least for now the kicking is acceptable, until he get the coordination to really kick a ball.

This past weekend he was kicking one around and sent it under one of the end tables by the couch. I quickly put up my hands and said “gooooal” like famed soccer/football announcer Andrés Cantor (heard HERE and HERE). From that point on he was hooked. Now he is quite often aiming to put in under the table so he can raise his hands and say his version of “goooooal!”