Normal Development

Cassie has a toy she loves, a hand-me-down from our next-door neighbors. It plays songs, and by pressing on different parts of it, you can make the music go fast or slow, or distort the notes in one of two ways. The other night, as she sat on her potty before bath, she played a whole repertoire of intensively modified tunes. She announced the title of each piece after she played it. A partial set list:

Blue Failer
Munko John Willy
Gobble-Gobble
Mummadun Dilly Mama
Hippo Pumpunn
Harriet Smilly Millitumper
Tunafish

(Incidentally, while we're on the subject of the young blond one, she had a follow-up visit with the neurophysiologist yesterday, and it went very nicely. Given her lack of episodes and her normal development (he seemed particularly impressed that she draws eyebrows on the faces of her funny little people), he's not even going to push for an EEG any time soon, and we just go back to check in with him in a year. Eventually we'll probably have a follow-up MRI just to make sure the little funky stuff they saw on the last one("possible delayed myelination in the frontal lobe") has resolved. But that doesn't have to be until she's 5 or 6, and can probably even do it without being sedated, which was the source of all the ghastliness last time. Of course, if she has another seizure, he says, call him. Um, yeah, we say. If she has another seizure, you will definitely be hearing from us.)