I hate to interrupt the great discussion on major pharmaceuticals. That is a great one by the way. Maybe we’ll bring it up in the future.
But on to more pressing matters.
You may recall me mentioning that we were going to the U of Dub to see the doc at the adopt med clinic. That was today. Once again we had to be up at the ass crack of dawn to brave Seattle traffic. Somewhere around South Center my bladder decided it had to pee. Traffic not conducive to the peeing prevented such bladder evacuations. I suffered through 30 minutes of Friday morning traffic only to end with worlds longest pee once arriving at the clinic. TMI? Tough. It was a big part of my day.
We saw Dr. Kertez. She’s new and gotta say, love her. Great lady. The boy liked her. All was good.
Developmentally the boy is normal two year old. According to the doc he’s a “developmental rockstar.” Scary smart would be an understatement here people. She did order the full gamut of lab tests to rule out any giardia, parasites or other possible nasties. We also have a referral for a hearing test at the children’s hospital here in Tacoma. They couldn’t get a good reading on him and want a full eval.
So here are the big kickers. I talked to her about the rocking. She said, “what’s the big deal.” Shit you not. She totally put my fears to rest. Essentially, all children learn to put themselves to sleep different ways. They have to learn some sort of self soothing mechanism, biological or not. They will suck their thumbs, a pacifier or a blanket. They will kick their feet, rub their lip or cuddle a lovey. All kids do it. In the boy’s case he learned to rock. The fact that he can soothe himself to sleep, sleep through the night and not wake up crying is evidently a parents dream and we should be thankful. This is from a woman who is an expert in international adoption, before all of you PI parents come at me with pitch forks and torches.
We also talked to her about possible sensory avoidance issues. She said that the particular behaviors he is exhibiting are totally normal for an almost 3 year old. They are not getting in the way of his normal functioning. He is fine.
She also believes his attachment looks fantastic. His learning ability is outstanding. His development looks on track. He’s small, but proportionate. The bottom line is that we have a totally normal child.
So I guess you are probably wondering about the crabs?
After the appointment and lab work we had a bit of lunch at Dick’s Drive-in. Um, only the best burgers in Seattle. Then, being the smart people we are, decided to get crab for the family for dinner. It is Dungeness season around these parts and summer time crab is oh so like eating candy. The place to get crab in Seattle would be Seattle Fish Co. at Pike’s. This would be the throwing fish guys.
The trusty husband plays optimistic and thinks he can get a parking spot within close proximity to the market. Yeah wight. We drive around downtown Seattle for 30 minutes. Not because we can’t find a spot, but because every fecking tourist in the US has descended upon our fair city. Oh how I hate the market during tourist season. Of course I’m damed determined to get the coveted crab. Tourists be damned. Don’t cross against the light or I’ll run your not knowing how to order coffee correctly butt over. There was a brief suggestion of just going to the fish market in Olympia to buy the crab and pawning it off as Seattle stuff… but I have my morals.
We finally gave up and parked up at Westlake. About 6 or 7 blocks from Pike. We hiked our happy asses through the rain to the market and on the way saw lovely downtown Seattle folk. These included multiple bums and a couple of lesbian crackheads. In the end I got the crabs and was happy.