i added a few bits to the old dusty shop shelves...
one bit last week
and
two bits this week
this makes me most happy.
these 'few bits' i like to call
'little wall patches of positivity'
and
i have high hopes
more will follow shortly...
Early Intervention, Part 3
When I started writing about our adventures in Early Intervention, I never anticipated it would become the next Star Wars Trilogy. But these things sort of happen when it comes to your kids, their well-being, and your need as a parent to advocate for them. So here we are, 13 months later and the saga continues. If you missed the first two installments, you can find them here and here.
Ryan was tested for Early Intervention services again last Monday. He is 28 months old. The range of normal, I believe I was told, is 85-101 and he tested in the 90's for everything except the category regarding pathways to independence. In that category he scored an 83 because he doesn't use pronouns, talk about himself in the third person, or eat well. That one made me snicker. My picky eater failed a speech test because he doesn't eat. But there are no categories at his age that grade him for not being able to string multiple words together to form a cohesive anything or categories which outline being able to be understood when you talk to someone other than your mom. Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot.
But I digress. So, of course, he didn't qualify for services. Again. And I was told had he been 30 months old that the standards would have been different and he might have qualified then. With that I am pretty much over State funded speech intervention for my kid. I have insurance, I'll pay for it out of pocket. End of story. Or so I thought.
After Ryan's evaluation the speech pathologist and psychologist sat with me to discuss their reports and how he scored and gave me information about next steps and other ages at which he can be tested to try to get him qualified for services. They told me before I do anything else I need to make an appointment with our pediatrician because Ryan is nasally and they want me to verify that his adenoids or tonsils aren't enlarged or malformed.
Now, truth be told, my kid has a funny voice and I kind of just chalked it up to the way he talked. But he does weird things like hold his breath for prolonged periods and then just exhale all at once. He's a mouth breather. And he puts everything in is mouth. I even have pictures of the kid laying flat on the floor deep throating a door stop. Lord help me. So perhaps he just has some idiosyncrasies. But there's a chance he has some other more physiological issues too that are preventing him from correctly forming words.
So we made an appointment in early June to see our pediatrician. From there the recommendation was to wait until July, when the twins are 30 months old, to have Ryan screened again through private practice and get him into speech therapy. While this was a lot to absorb, I was okay with the directives we were given.
Fast forward to Wednesday afternoon when I got a call from our case worker who has been handling Ryan's file for the last year plus. She urged me not to leave the testing of his adenoids and tonsils up to the pediatrician. And then also gave me information about when and how to contact our school district to have Ryan transitioned from private therapy to therapy provided for the school district through the Committee on Preschool Special Education. From July through November he'll be working with a private speech therapist, and by November he should qualify for public services. I don't really care if we pay or our tax dollars pay at this point, I just want my little boy to stop hitting himself, me, walls, everything because he can't talk. It is so frustrating for all of us.
I kept his appointment with the pediatrician, but also made an appointment with a pediatric ENT. As nice as it would be to blame his adenoids or tonsils on the reasons he isn't speaking and isn't speaking well, I really hope that they are normal. The idea of having him go through any kind of surgery makes me feel sick.
Ryan was tested for Early Intervention services again last Monday. He is 28 months old. The range of normal, I believe I was told, is 85-101 and he tested in the 90's for everything except the category regarding pathways to independence. In that category he scored an 83 because he doesn't use pronouns, talk about himself in the third person, or eat well. That one made me snicker. My picky eater failed a speech test because he doesn't eat. But there are no categories at his age that grade him for not being able to string multiple words together to form a cohesive anything or categories which outline being able to be understood when you talk to someone other than your mom. Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot.
But I digress. So, of course, he didn't qualify for services. Again. And I was told had he been 30 months old that the standards would have been different and he might have qualified then. With that I am pretty much over State funded speech intervention for my kid. I have insurance, I'll pay for it out of pocket. End of story. Or so I thought.
After Ryan's evaluation the speech pathologist and psychologist sat with me to discuss their reports and how he scored and gave me information about next steps and other ages at which he can be tested to try to get him qualified for services. They told me before I do anything else I need to make an appointment with our pediatrician because Ryan is nasally and they want me to verify that his adenoids or tonsils aren't enlarged or malformed.
Now, truth be told, my kid has a funny voice and I kind of just chalked it up to the way he talked. But he does weird things like hold his breath for prolonged periods and then just exhale all at once. He's a mouth breather. And he puts everything in is mouth. I even have pictures of the kid laying flat on the floor deep throating a door stop. Lord help me. So perhaps he just has some idiosyncrasies. But there's a chance he has some other more physiological issues too that are preventing him from correctly forming words.
So we made an appointment in early June to see our pediatrician. From there the recommendation was to wait until July, when the twins are 30 months old, to have Ryan screened again through private practice and get him into speech therapy. While this was a lot to absorb, I was okay with the directives we were given.
Fast forward to Wednesday afternoon when I got a call from our case worker who has been handling Ryan's file for the last year plus. She urged me not to leave the testing of his adenoids and tonsils up to the pediatrician. And then also gave me information about when and how to contact our school district to have Ryan transitioned from private therapy to therapy provided for the school district through the Committee on Preschool Special Education. From July through November he'll be working with a private speech therapist, and by November he should qualify for public services. I don't really care if we pay or our tax dollars pay at this point, I just want my little boy to stop hitting himself, me, walls, everything because he can't talk. It is so frustrating for all of us.
I kept his appointment with the pediatrician, but also made an appointment with a pediatric ENT. As nice as it would be to blame his adenoids or tonsils on the reasons he isn't speaking and isn't speaking well, I really hope that they are normal. The idea of having him go through any kind of surgery makes me feel sick.
a 'cabinet of curiosity' in the making...
today was cleaning day. cleaning day is always a little dull and always seems to roll around way too quickly for my liking. i do not have a specific day of the week designated to this less than thrilling task. rather i judge it upon the build up of dust, dog hair, crappity crap piles etc. when they have got to the point where there is an accumulation in most areas, then i announce a day to clean.
as i was home alone today and the accumulated piles had been mocking me for quite the while, i felt this would be the most fitting day and thus arose with good intentions, donned my most handmade frock of them all and went about my merry way 'tidying and a cleaning'
i do not do this alone, i am always shadowed by my constant canine companions and when Mr Hoover starts up, Little Olive comes alive and there continues a battle between the pair until Mr H switches off again. i was doing 'a-okay', i was on track with a motivation not been seen since the days of Mr Motivator on morning telly during the 90's but then it happened. Mr Dull came knocking, pointed out this was all very well but really it was terribly dull and why not make it more thrilling by adding a bit of shuffling to the drudgery of cleaning.
"no no no" protested i
"yes yes yes" insisted Mr Dull
and that was that...
except it wasn't a bit of shuffling in the least, it turned out to be an epic several hours, requiring the electric sander to be bought in from the garage, (contributing nicely to the buildup of dust already in the family room). then after giving Kathleen's cupboard a good old rub down, (causing quite a bit of distress to her newly painted coat from last month),
i stripped her of her blouse and piles of fabric 'inners', and proceeded to collect from all four corners of our mossy shed, my most treasured possessions, (mainly my Marys and a few other forsaken souls).
yes, the sudden urge to create a 'cabinet of curiosity' had possessed me, however i was not sure what i had to offer up to my cupboard was of a curious nature in the least. i told myself, do not fret, this is perhaps the beginning of a new collection, for now, add some books, and a bit of greenery found on the tree outside. oddities and eccentricities will seek you out, if a 'cabinet of curiosity' is in your destiny.
upon closing the door
and looking from a far,
i have high hopes, my destiny will indeed hold curiosity and collectibles but for now, i must figure out where i can ferret away a whole cupboard full of vintage linens which had to be removed to make way for my 'cabinet of nearly, but not quite curiosity'. darn and drat, i see not only cleaning rolling over to tomorrow, but more shuffling as well...
Rhody, the Doctor & me...
i have no idea where this shrub called Rhody has come from...
i do not recall in five years ever seeing it before.
i am highly suspicious of Rhody.
i watch Doctor Who.
i know what goes on out there.
i am thinking Rhody was sent from another planet and is of another life form disguising its self as an innocent over sized bit of shrubbery between ours and our neighbour's yard. i am thinking it could quite possibly have evil intentions of taking over the earth and eradicating the human race.
"oh yes, i'm not stupid you know" i told Rhody when i took its picture, i thought this would be a good way to let it know, i knew it was up to no good. i warned Rhody, "i have my beady eye on you, one false move and i know just what to do"
oh yes, i've seen how it works, i will stand in my yard and shout to the skies above "doctor, doctor... can you hear me, doctor? i need you doctor". it might get a little messy and no doubt i must be prepared to get a little frightened but i have no doubt, the Doctor will save the world from the evil clutches of Rhody the Shrubbery and all will be well just in time for teatime.
how do i know? because i've seen it on the telly, therefore it must be true...
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