Ladies and the one or two gentlemen:
I need some advice: Ry is three. She can’t talk and often screams to show excitement… this is really normal with kids in her situation. She also cannot voice frustration. Ry is a low-frustration kid, which is unusual and a total blessing, but when she does get frustrated you better take cover. This is fine. I can deal with these adjustments to normal kid-ness. BUT, she’s hit the stage where she will push or grab or want something simply because another child has it. Sass. I know this is a common stage, I just struggle with how to handle it in public. Is there seriously a graceful way to handle an explosion? Maybe I’m just looking to hear similar stories of children lying in Aisle 4 of Target, children grabbing something after you’ve told them NO, children sucker punching other kids… so I can feel normal 🙂
I need some prayer: Ry has a consultation appointment with Spectrum Hospital’s speech program on Wednesday… just for a 2nd (80th?) opinion on her apraxia. Since she started special pre-school in October, we’ve not noticed a major degree of change in her verbal speech. We can tell that socially and physically school is lovely for her. BUT, before SuperKid gets here we thought we’d try another avenue for some supplemental information. We’re hoping for “yes, looking good, school is good, extra therapy will help, she’ll talk in time” not “wow… she’s really different… we’ll just have to wait and see.”
I hope you all had a lovely weekend. I kicked some booty in the sewing department and finished the Random Gift of Kindness Owls as well as a baby pillow (Chels, I finally cut into that fabulous fabric. I nearly cried). My time for projects is winding down, so I am trying to wrap up my orders before I have zero control over my time.
Sunday’s Hollings came early!!! Don’t be talkin’ to SuperKid… I need the rest of this month, Kiddo. But, congratulations and much love to the Grant family.
My baby has a fever! This is so unlike her, but Ry is sporting a 101.7° fever and an attitude to go with it. It’s really something. Really. Something. I shall now go and be the mom that brushes the hair off of rosy cheeks and makes the sick bed on the couch with lots of pillows.
Mwah. Love to you all.