not the blocks... not the RED PLASTIC BLOCKS!

The trip to Vandy only halfway panned out.  Asher did NOT want to have anything to do with the Bayley Scales.  It's just like any other standardized test - flawed out the wazoo.  Most of the test items involved these little red plastic blocks, which unfortunately make a horribly loud clacking noise when dropped on the table.  Have I told you Asher isn't a fan of loud noises?  He's not.  So the blocks freaked him out right away, and there was nothing else to be done after that.

Le sigh.

They want us to come back in June so they can try again, so we'll see how that goes.  We scheduled the appointment for later in the afternoon in hopes that Asher might be in a better mood.  This one was at 10:00AM, and he had pulled his feeding pump and bag off their stand the night before, flipping the bag upside down and causing the formula to seep out - all over the bed.  It wasn't the most restful night for any of us.  I swear, it's like he KNOWS when we have to get up and be somewhere early the next day.

Anyway, we stopped by Panera Bread afterward, as promised (to us, by... us).  I had half a Bacon Turkey Bravo and a bowl of Vegetarian Creamy Tomato soup.  Man, we would be in trouble if we had one of those here.  We got there along with the rest of the noon lunch rush, and I must say, I was proud of how well Asher did with all of the noise around him (see Paragraph 1 as to why this makes me proud).  He fussed a little, but nothing major at all.  Either he already had it out of his system, or even he - the non-oral-eater - understands the wondrous NOM that is Panera Bread.  ;)