My friend Brian woke me up early this morning with a phone call from La Droguerie in Paris. You see, I bought the yarn for the Weasley sweater two years ago. Owen was 5 and I needed less yardage. Fast forward to age 7 and I need another 100g. Brian, BFF that he is, ran out to La Droguerie on his lunch hour to get it for me. According to the lady at the shop it is finished, never to be made again. C’est la vie.
Do I forge forward and hope for the best? Do I dig out the knitty noddy and see how much yarn I really have? Would I squeak by easier if I knit it in the round? My mom thinks the nature of the yarn will cause it to bias. Sigh. Do I make an O into an R or a W–for a smaller child? Or do I need a blue tweed vest? Additionally, I don’t permit myself to buy more yarn in Paris unless I have knit a good chunk–meaning at least half–of what I bought the last visit. I have been thwarted in my attempts–do I get a pass this October? Wouldn’t I have purchased yarn if I went to Rhinebeck?
So many thoughts. Poor Owen. Speaking of Owen, he and I went to the developmental pediatrician yesterday. This was Owen’s first visit and he did pretty well. We haven’t been back to a neurologist or developmental pediatrician since he was diagnosed at 2. Of course, we had to discuss the previous diagnostic process–Children’s Hospital Boston and New England Children’s Floating Hospital. The Floating Hospital always gets me weird looks but amazingly enough–this new doctor had trained the developmental pediatrician we saw at Floating. Small world. Kevin and I were laughing, remembering that experience as Owen had spelled out SAVANT on her metal filing cabinets with her alphabet letters. Pure coincidence but still amazing.
We were there to discuss ADHD but he had to say that Owen had a diagnosis of–and I jumped in there. What would you say his diagnosis was. The neurologist had said autism. The developmental pediatrician thought PDD-NOS (Pervasive Developmental Disorder-Not Otherwise Specified) as Owen was affectionate toward me. I have always wondered since then what his actual diagnosis was. And since this man had trained our other doctor–I thought it would be an interesting answer. And it was. He said Owen has autism. According to the DMS-IV, Owen meets the criteria for autism and I know this. But he said somethig about high functioning autism. I think I went into a dreamy state then of possibilities and will need further clarification at our next visit. IQ wise, Owen tests in the mentally retarded range and he wanted to know if I thought that was true. One visit was not enough for him to determine–I don’t think–if Owen is MR but I said no. And while I hadn’t brought in a copy of Owen’s IEP, he was disinclined to think so given Owen is learning to read and do math.
Overall, it was a good visit. Owen started an ADHD patch today. I was so pleased I even got it on his hip–the recommended area of placement. In Owen’s world, stickers belong on his hand. I suppose I have gone on for a bit and Cameron has to get to baseball camp. Exciting birthday plans this weekend and if I ever find my camera–some actual photos.
There was no reason 
to start a baby blanket. At least it is stash yarn! Although, I did buy a few more to supplement. It is really just an inbetweener project. I also started a Ruffles & Ridges shawl in the yarn my friend Marilyn gave me. The alpaca is lovely to work with. I don’t think I have ever knit a ruffle before and an i-cord edging is new to me also.
