He got the mask today as a reward for being (pretty) good all day on the car ride and at his appointment…and as soon as he got it, he had to run and find the arm piece!
Category Archives: Owen
Genetic Testing Results
Today we went to UNC Chapel Hill to the Pediatric Genetics clinic to get the results of Owen’s (and Tom’s) genetic tests explained to us. (This was from when Owen had his blood drawn back in April—it takes a month or so to get the results, and then Tom and I had to get ours done and wait another month, and then it took a few months to get into the specialist.)
Previously, all we had been able to tell from the greek-to-us multi-page results was that both Owen and Tom had the exact same markers (Owen’s and mine didn’t match at all so I basically got no results for me). But the thing with genetic testing (that our developmental pediatrician told us) is that there are MILLIONS of combinations of things and the science is still so new that they maybe only know what (for example) 50,000 of the possible five million results mean. So while they can tell you something isn’t right, they can’t tell you exactly what effect that might have.
So today we got to talk with a genetic counselor who gave us more information. She still couldn’t really give us any more information on what effect the gene mutation has (like if it’s the direct cause of his autism or autistic tendencies) but she was able to tell us enough about the mutation that we can pretty much rule out it being anything serious.
Let’s see if I can explain this.
Basically, the part of the gene that has the mutation is in the middle of the chain—which is better than at either end where two chains connect (if it was at either end, it would definitely cause much more noticeable issues). So my brain worked it out as “It would be like origination and destination points of your trip are set in stone, but the route is variable. If either end changes, the whole thing changes, but if the route changes, it’s not a big deal.” She agreed it was an apt correlation.
Also, the other good point is that he isn’t MISSING anything on the strand—he actually has an extra set of something (his own plus the double set from Tom for a total of three instead of the normal two). And the set of three is fine—if there were four sets it would be a major problem. And lastly, since Tom has the identical genetic mutation and had absolutely no issues growing up (or today), it’s very unlikely (statistically impossible) that it is causing Owen’s issues.
So taking that and all his background (and our family’s backgrounds) into consideration, she didn’t see any reason to think this mutation was the cause of the autism and said we really don’t have anything to worry about. She will research it more to see if she can find anything, but she doesn’t expect to find much. She said the only time we will likely need to think about it again is when he hits the teenage years and/or wants to have kids—in case they have come up with a defining characteristic of that specific mutation or if it will have any effect on his own kids. We were told not to worry about getting Katie tested at all unless we started to notice any issues.
So basically everything scientifically is good…now I just have to get the in-home therapy started so we can work on his minor issues.
Sick kids suck.
Why does no one warn you that sick kids refuse to take medicine, and if they finally do try taking it, they make themselves vomit?
Owen was an absolute CHAMP taking liquid Tylenol this morning. So when we tried after his nap? He took it, but refused to swallow it…just swishing it around in his mouth, with it slowly dripping out. I kept telling him he needed to swallow it and to NOT spit it out. So of course he started crying, which led to barfing…every single thing from breakfast six hours before—including whole chunks of bagel that he apparently didn’t chew.
Ugh.
I caught most of it in a blanket, but he still hit the couch and it was all over him.
So he had to take a bath AND take the medicine again. The second time he opted for the dissolvable candy-like pills (I always give him an option)—and he STILL looked like he wanted to vomit except he was completely empty.
Sick kids suck. (And I’m hoping the fever is directly related to the pink eye and he’s not actually sick because tomorrow we head to Chapel Hill for his genetics appointment and Friday Tom and I have an event to go to with friends).
I guess this is the payback I get for him never being sick when he was little.
It’s going to be a long day.
My mom-hearing kept me on alert most of the night…Owen has been frequently getting up/whining in the middle of the night, and 2/3 of the time I end up going to his room to resettle him (Sunday night was 10:45, 12:15, and 4:00) so last night I was expecting it—especially with his yucky eye—so every little sound woke me up. Most of them were actually Tom snoring or his nose whistling, but mom hearing apparently can’t discern that too well from a half-asleep state, which then requires me to wake myself up more to REALLY listen. 😐 Then Tom’s alarm went off at 4:30 and I haven’t been able to fall back to sleep…
I think I’d be better off if I shut our door and just didn’t hear anything…except then I’d feel bad missing Owen if he was having issues. 🙁 (Oh, and his door stays open now because he DOES NOT want it closed. So I’m hearing more of his normal nighttime noises anyway…)
It gets me every time.
I finally caught it in time! This is what Owen does EVERY time this scene from Tangled comes on. When you see him cover his face towards the end, that’s when Pascal (Rapunzel’s chameleon) covers his eyes as the two characters lean in to kiss. I tear up each time I watch this. :heart:
After it was over (and of course after I’d stopped recording) he said “Mama! I singed to you!”
When we watched the movie a second time, I tried to grab his hand early and he said “No! Not yet!” 🙂
When I was replaying the video for Tom (while Owen was sitting there) Owen took BOTH our hands and sang to both of us. NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE…
Diagnosis: Pink Eye
Yep. Owen has pink eye. 🙁
We noticed his left eye looked a little bloodshot Saturday but didn’t really think much about it. We noticed it Sunday as well…and this time there was a little extra “sleep” in the morning. I watched it all day and it wasn’t getting better—but he wasn’t itching it and he didn’t say it hurt and there wasn’t any discharge. Until this morning. His eye was pretty crusty and there was discharge. Ugh. We got an appointment at 2:15 where pink eye was confirmed by a lovely PA.
The poor kid looks so pathetic (I told Tom his eye looks drunk) and he HATES the eye drops (I wish he could understand the drops are the lesser of two evils—the cream would be even worse to apply) but he’s a trooper.
And he was AWESOME at the clinic. It was a bit of a wait—15m early for new patient paperwork, 30m to get into a room, 30m waiting to see the doctor, and probably another 10-15 with the PA—but he kept busy and was in good spirits. He let himself be weighed without complaint. He let himself get measured without complaint. And he even was pretty good with the blood pressure!
Weight: 56#
Height: 44.75″
BP: 100/65
Then when the PA was examining him, he was great with her looking in his ears, listening to his chest (and taking deep breaths!), and shining light into his eyes. He was SO good he earned a toy!!
Rocking a Snuggie
Owen and Charlie
Correcting my ABCs. Again.
A movie, melting, and crying.
Owen loves the movie Tangled. At the end when they’re watching the lanterns from the boat and they start singing to each other and take each other’s hands…
…Owen always grabs my hand gently (or will come and find me if I’m not next to him and take my hand in his) and then sing to me just like the movie. It melts my heart each time…and sometimes I even cry. 🙂
He can be SUCH a sweet little boy when he wants to be.
Magical B
After a long day, I was laying on the floor trying to stretch out my back. I was moaning and groaning because a) it hurts and b) of all the fat on my body why is there none on my tailbone so I can lay flat on my back without pain…where was I? Oh yes, Owen hears me and says “Mama, you okay?”
I say “Yes, Owen. Thank you. Mommy’s back hurts.”
He throws his B on top of me and says “Here, a B will make you better!”
Then he went and got his other B and came and laid down next to me.
The tree, the Tardis, and the Bear
This morning we put up the tree! Owen was GIDDY with excitement as Tom got the pieces out, turned the lights on, and put everything together. The tree isn’t as wide as the last tree, so it looks A LOT smaller, but it works with the space we have so it will do for a few years.
We try to only get Christmas ornaments that are meaningful—like from vacations, colleges, traditions, or our annual family Christmas photo. Sometimes they include favorite TV shows—for example, Owen has both Little Einsteins and Cars ornaments—and this year I bought the Tardis from Doctor Who (Tom has watched it throughout the years, but I just decided to watch it and got caught up on the past six seasons on Netflix over the last month or so). Owen has watched it with me, so he knows what the Tardis is…and was SUPER excited when I opened the package. We didn’t have the tree up at that point, so he kept asking where the Tardis was. So this morning, the Tardis was the first ornament he hung and now he runs around saying “The Tardis! The Tardis!”
Owen was REALLY good at hanging ornaments on the tree, too—except he wanted to hang them all in a one-foot clump. Also, of course, they were all hung at his chest-level! I eventually started pointing out where to put ornaments and telling him to look for a bare spot—and he did pretty well.
Lastly, we had to take the traditional photo of Owen kissing the Bear (I used to kiss the Bear when it hung on Grauntie Marge’s tree).
It’s a Christmas tree!
Owen has been WAITING and WAITING for us to put up the tree.
Yesterday he helped me clean out the room to make space for it…and his second question this morning after his usual “Where’s daddy?” was “Where’s the Christmas tree?”
This was the unboxing:
And this is him trying to wake up the tree (since we told him it was sleeping):
I wonder what he’ll do when we eventually get a REAL tree?!
The sweetness of silence.
Nuffing!
Owen is out of the room and I hear doors closing and opening.
Me: Owen, what are you doing?
Owen: [Running back] Nuffing! I’m doing nuffing!
A little big.
Hey! Where did all the toys go?
Surprise nap
Thank you, Grauntie Marge!
Owen Storytelling
He was telling grand stories until I started recording…then we had to prompt him a little. But it’s still good. 🙂
A boy and his cat.
Cute ABCs
Helping daddy in the garage
Oh, the adventures Owen has out in the garage with Tom…
First, just sitting and watching while having a snack and watching Netflix on Tom’s phone.
The scantily clad pirate is unable to lock the door with the key he found.
Right now he is enjoying playing Lego Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures on the XBOX and one of his favorite characters is a little boy who crawls through small doors where normal characters can’t fit—and the door always squeaks. So, when he was out playing in the boxes, he says “SQUEAK!” as he crawls in.
He wanted to be closed in.
And “building” with some screwdrivers and energy drinks that he pulled off the shelf.
Love Trio
Threenager short term memory
So Katie was sleeping in our room in her swing. We don’t tiptoe around, but we do shut the door and keep Owen out because he just can’t seem to be quiet even when he’s trying. But today he practically begged to go in and I was in there putting clothes away (silently!), so I said he could, but he had to be super quiet and stay away from her. So what does he do? Not 10 seconds after being in the bedroom, walks right over to her and starts messing with a pile of hangers (his “bows and arrows”) and wakes her up.
OMG. You just want to scream WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT WHAT I TOLD YOU 15 SECONDS AGO?
Police car in action!
We got Owen’s police car out today with the hopes that he’d like driving it since it’s been awhile. And he did! I had Katie in the stroller walking up and down the street in front of our house while Owen drove along with us.
It was actually a little slow, so we had a “pit stop” so Tom could remove the speed regulator—now Owen can zip along at a 4mph clip! He was SO excited to be able to go fast!
Now we just have to get him to understand he has to stay close to us and LISTEN to us when we yell at him to stop!
How Owen sometimes naps.
It was warmer than I thought…
Jenny outfit, part 2.
Here is the next outfit from my past that Katie got to wear…though, unfortunately, I waited a bit too long and it was too small for her so she just wore it for a few pictures! (I apparently am a very bad judge of sizes—and it’s a homemade outfit so there is no sizing listed—and of course Gramma Jean has no memory of what age I wore it!)
You can see how Owen likes to interfere with the photo shoot. 🙂
Owen’s Name
Owen wrote his name for the first time today—and if you look closely, you can actually see all the letters! (We were drawing on an iPad app to email to Gramma Jean.) It was a combination of left- and right-handed!
The O is pretty obvious.
The W is good as well.
The E is a little shaky but readable.
The N is… (I did the yellow one as an example.)










































