This post isn’t so much for you as it is for me.
When I wrote ‘thankful’ the other day, it required that I look back at some of the old stuff.
Stuff I’d already forgotten, it happened so long ago.
Like two whole years ago.
I have got to lay off the aspartame.
So, without further ado, I’ll be posting regular updates on my kids. Sunday Snapshot, I’ll call it. Maybe with a snappy name like that, I’ll remember. I’ll feature one of my kiddos, ideally with a cute picture, and what’s goin’ on in their lives.
I’d say it’s for them, so they have this to look back on, but it’s really for me. So I don’t forget a thing.
I wrote this post about a year ago, as I reflected on her and the remarkable changes I had witnessed in her since she came home.
And she continues to make amazing progress. But some days it seems she still has so far to go.
We just completed her ‘intake’ meeting at her school. Isabelle has an IEP (Individualized Education Plan) because she is considered ‘special needs’… that is ‘special needs’ by the the Public Education system here. She is more than 1.5 (this varies state to state, we’ve learned) ‘standard deviations’ below the acceptable level. Whatever that is.
Indeed, Isabelle is delayed. Currently, she is diagnosed as “developmental delay”. Which really isn’t a diagnosis at all, but more of a term used to include many issues, and leave plenty of leeway for variations. For the most part, this is really the only term any of us have for what is going on with Isabelle.
She truly is a conundrum.
A beautiful conundrum.
She’s quite delayed in speech. For the most part, we can understand her, but that’s typically in context with what is happening around her. Sometimes, she’ll come to us in the middle of the night. Woken by a dream, or whatever, she chatters away, arms flying, trying to get us to understand what has her so upset. We usually end up comforting her with hugs and kisses instead of reassuring words, because we have no idea what she’s trying to tell us.
She also has some social issues as well as self-regulation issues. Her sensory issues, that we had thought were well behind us, have cropped up again since we got Seamus. Seems she cannot tolerate anything that has been chewed up and spat out. Which pretty much includes half our household goods lately.
I could learn a few things from her.
I’d love to hear about your little ones.
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