Frog had his first real session today with the professional (Miss C) from Lincoln Public Schools. We worked on getting him to communicate some and she gave me some strategies on how to help him speak more and echo less. She was really impressed with his singing ability. Frog serenaded her with "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious", "The Sound of Music", "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang", and "Follow the Prophet". She asked me how many songs he knows. Hmmm. More than I do? It's a lot.
We set up a plan to get him into the preschool. They have some openings in the morning session and there is already a kid that we know from church that goes at that time. He's a child with high functioning autism that is just a few months older than Frog. We're going to visit the classroom next week and probably get him started either right before or right after we move (APR 15!). It will be 5 days a week for 2 1/2 hours a day. They provide transportation and everything. My tax dollars at work. I'm sure that he'll thrive in this kind of environment. I'm really grateful that we were able to get him some help.
I'm also looking forward to some one and one time with Big Apple. She rarely gets me all to herself. I feel bad for her sometimes because Frog can really drain my energy and take my attention away from her. Just this morning I had to decide which kid was going to be happy. BA was playing with an empty juice jug that Frog wanted to throw away. BA would cry if I let him trash it and Frog would not only cry but become abusive if I let her play with it. It was BA's turn to be happy. I offered Frog something else to throw away. No luck. Kicking and screaming. We put him in the "jail" (our foyer shut off by a gate). Everytime BA walked by w/ the jug he would flip out. She started playing with it out of his sight and he calmed down enough that when I let him out, I got him started on something else and he was fine. Let me just say that BA and I could really use some time to ourselves.
Miss C noticed that I knit. She mentioned that it must be relaxing for me to be able to do that after a long day with the kids. How perceptive! It's so true. It made me realize that I didn't start knitting until Frog got to the age where he was really starting to get rowdy (about 18 months). I had tried knitting when he was a baby and it didn't really keep my interest. But, when I picked it up again at that time, I couldn't stop. I can't stop. It's my sanity. I'm so glad I have that outlet to turn to. It's a bonus that there is an actual product that comes from it! Blogging is another way that I'm able to reduce some stress. So, thanks everyone! I think I would still blog if nobody read it, but seeing all the comments really make my day!
It's BA's bedtime so I'm getting kicked out of here for now. More later.
*The title for this post comes from a line in the song, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious". It's how the Frog asks me to sing this song with him. He'll come up to me and say, "something quite atrocious?". How can I say no to that?