Money money money

In the last few months, Evan has started to realize what money is. He knows coins go in his piggy bank, and when he got a $20 in one of his birthday cards, he ran around with it yelling, "money money money!". He also knows what the ATM is for, and how to use the card, so we are in big trouble if he ever finds out our PIN number.

Speaking of money, we got a statement from our health insurance company in the mail today. We get one every two weeks or so, and they detail each submitted charge. This one had my recent sonograms on it, and all of Ev's therapy visits for the last month. My two sonograms cost almost $2000, and all the bloodwork and labs I had done the week before tacked on another $400. But that didn't surprise me--I know prenatal care isn't cheap. It was Evan's therapies that were the killer.

You might want to sit down for this one: a half hour of speech therapy is billed at $138, and a half hour of OT is billed at $126. So if we were paying out of pocket, Evan's weekly therapy bill would be $402, or about $1600 a month. $1600 for 6 hours of therapy. Um, yeah. Thank God for good insurance, that's all I have to say. I can't imagine what we'd do without it.