Yesterday afternoon I had the pleasure of meeting briefly with the current principal for Tony’s school to discuss how things were going for him and whether or not I’d be returning to assist him at the school next year. She remarked about how well he was doing, we talked about the growth he’s had in
Tony has always, always hated speech therapy. For many years this was his least favorite therapy type, as every speech therapist who has ever worked with him can attest. Our little man understands a great deal more than most people realize (in both English and Spanish), but he still usually doesn’t want to communicate unless
Hannah and I put up the outside Christmas lights by ourselves this year, and so Tony needed to accompany us up front. Historically, any sort of outside task required multiple (you should read that as every couple of minutes at least) sprints chasing Tony down as he laughingly ran out of our yard. But when
For me, there are times when I want a certain type of punctuation mark heralding the finality of a chapter in my life, and, in the ciphers of my heart, sometimes only a poem can suffice. In choosing to share this particular poem, I make no claims that it is the best I have written,
Currently, our ABA programs are focused on skills that are being both practiced inside and outside of the home. This week, I am going to give a brief overview of the in-home therapy programs. Although everything we are working on matters, the bulk of our time is spent working on skills necessary for Tony to
“He’s growing so tall! He’s doing so well! He’s being so patient!” We were finishing up a quick trip into a local grocery store this morning with a new ABA behavioral therapist that is working with Tony in the mornings, and those were the cashier’s comments to us. As I have explained before to those
Truth is, I planned on writing about a different topic this week. But at this point, I’ve tried to drown my frazzled in about half a cup of Cherry Garcia and not quite managed to fully find, rescue, or resuscitate my tranquil…so I figured this was as good a week as any. Even when I
