I've been on a bit of a sabbatical lately because I just don't know what to say. There's been a ton on my mind and every time I sit down to sort through things I suddenly get writer's block. Go figure. But I can't leave Noah's "fans" hanging for too long. It's just not fair to you.

So I've decided to sit down and force myself to get some things out.

We are planning a trip back to Colorado (Noah's first visit) in July and I'm nervous. It scares me to leave this environment to which we've both become so accustomed. We are total "home slices" and don't deviate from our usual routine in a good way. But it'll work itself out and it will be good to get out of the house and do SOMETHING. Right?

Noah has changed formula in an attempt to cut out the spitting up (Remember back in the day when we had surgery to stop this?? Yeah, me too). It hasn't worked and the spitting up has become throwing up and is occurring with tremendous frequency. It's really making me crazy and desperate. We've stopped going outside for our walks and are confined to "the room" yet again. Hopefully this will get better. It has to. Right?

We've decided to incorporate a hearing teacher, speech therapist, and a teacher to Noah's schedule (in all our free time between PT, OT, Vision, feeds, and spitting up). Should be interesting. But we are trying to do everything we can to ensure Noah meets his highest potential (God, I hate that freaking phrase.).

That's about it for now. He's up from a nap and I'm back on Puke Patrol.