I told him that he looked a bit older than two years old. He thought about it, then said, "oh yeah, twelve!"
I wanted to do something special for him so I asked him if he'd like to go to the Starbucks down the street. I wasn't sure if he would, because he hasn't eaten/drinken anything since his last swallow video. I'm not sure if this is psychological (a giving up on swallow practice) or if he just plain doesn't have an appetite, but I don't push him. No need to risk aspiration if he's not into it.... So I was quite pleased when he said, "very nice" and "I like that." Then, he even requested "vanilla" for a coffee flavor.
But I tell you, the best thing that happened yesterday was not Starbucks, but this:
|Bob & Zenith|
|Bob & Zenith, pre-stroke|
Then Bob was hospitalized for over two months. During that time, Zenith often wandered the house, plaintively crying. But when Bob finally came home, I was dismayed that Zenith was terribly frightened of him. She could tell that Bob was not the same. And she was frightened by the new hospital bed and medical equipment making strange noises, and strangers coming and going and even the wheelchair. She avoided Bob like the plague.... Which truly broke his heart. Mine too.
|Zenith checking out Bob's wheelchair.|
Then, Zenith proceeded to check out Bob's wheelchair.
And I grabbed the camera.
And Bob, as you can tell by his expression, was absolutely delighted.
Afterwards, we went to Starbucks. Where Bob enjoyed a thickened vanilla latte and managed to quaff about 1/8 of a cup. Without a single spill. Without aspirating.
|Happy Birthday Bob!|
All in all, a very happy birthday.