Goodnight Moon

Annie had a busy day today, starting with an oral/motor therapy at school with Miss Karen, who tried to interest her in a taste of chocolate pudding. Unfortunately, today Annie didn't want to be in the same room as the chocolate pudding, much less have any of it near her mouth. I don't know if it was the sight of the chocolate pudding or the smell of the chocolate pudding, but she gagged until the chocolate pudding was removed. Probably the new meds in her system are making her a little dizzy, nauseous, and woozy. And the reason I know this is she has thrown up every evening around 5 or so ever since we started on them.

Anyway, this afternoon after school, we went to see Miss Claudia, her speech therapist. We sang "Old MacDonald" while Annie chose, or looked at, the corresponding laminated animal picture on the flannel board. After we sang about the cow, the duck and the sheep for awhile, she got tired of the game and her eyes began to glaze over. However, she perked up again when we began reading the book, "Goodnight Moon." It's her new favorite. She likes the old woman who whispers, "Hushhhhhhh." Reminds her of me, no doubt--Bill is always telling me I sound like I have a leak.

This evening after cleaning Annie up, (remember she threw up around 5?), and giving her Zofran and the redose of the meds she deposited on the carpet, Andy treated Bill & I to a night out--he watched Annie with David & Olivia's help, while we went down to a Mariner game. Don't ask me who won--we left at the end of the 4th inning when we could no longer hear the announcer over the loud-talking drunks sitting in front of us. But the drive home along the Alaskan Way viaduct was gorgeous--the Seattle skyline on one side, the Sound and sunset on the other.

Hushhhh,

Jean

"Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere."
— Margaret Wise Brown