Yet another audiogram. . .

It's hard to believe that it has been three months since Micah's last audiogram, but today we had to make the pilgrimage up Route 1 to Edison for yet another hearing test. He was much more cooperative and tested consistently at 25 decibels with the BAHA on, 60 decibels with it off. Now we're off the hook for six months - and once that audiogram is done, he'll be seen annually. This is wonderful because parking at JFK is a major pain in the butt - usually I manage to find something relatively close, but this time we were out in the provinces beyond the Center for Cancer and Blood Disorders.

This past Friday Thea, Micah and I went to Family Fun Night at Summit Speech School - which being on call was not exactly hitting all cylinders as far as being fun. I spent a good twenty minutes in the ladies' bathroom, the quietest place I could find, returning patient phone calls. Thea thought the father/son clown/magician act was hysterical; I thought the father clown was totally disturbing: his make-up had a tiny cross between his eyebrows and Chinese characters on his left cheek. Disturbing. Emmett Kelly he wasn't.

Monday's parent group was great because each of the facilitators thought the other was with us, so we were on our own. I got all my call slips written up, cleaned out expired coupons from my purse and hung out with Baby Ana who had decided that she would rather hang with her mother and the other moms than play with the Connor, Cormac, Campbell and Micah. Eventually someone figured it out and out the window went the unstructured, just-hanging-out format.

Pictures from Micah's laid-back, almost un-birthday to come. He got a Radio Flyer tricycle with handles/a parent steering column. It's still a little big and he hasn't figured out how to keep his feet on the pedals, but it's only a matter of time.