The title is supposed to be sung that that song. Anyway… My mind is buzzing with all these ideas for raising money for Silas. A Gala? A church event? Selling things on my blog?? Begging? The government is going to give us 20 grand which we will only be able to spend on ABA therapy,… Continue reading Money Money Money Money….MONEY
So, final day of testing. It was the most fun day too! Silas loved it and he did not want to leave…at all. The psychologist and him just played together. Silas had him laughing so hard too, it was pretty cute. You can tell this guy just loves kids. At the end of the appointment… Continue reading My Ball of Sunshine
So, almost done Silas’ diagnosis. The psychologist told me he’s certain Silas has autism, he’s just got to figure out the severity and which type it is. More things were pointed out to me that I didn’t realize about Silas. Today I am excited. I’m excited to start therapy. I’m feeling able to make phone… Continue reading Cough Cough Cough
So we’re back from the speech therapist now. She wasn’t able to do a full assessment because part way through, Silas ran screaming to the other side of the room and began smashing his head on very very hard things. He’s been doing it all day…he’s forming a welt. I’m considering another ear infection. Anyway,… Continue reading One Step Closer
I love my Realtor. He just called us up today and gave us Canucks tix for tonight. Maybe we’ll see their first win since…like 800 years ago, who knows. So tomorrow Silas spends two hours with a speech therapist who is part of the diagnosis. I dunno what she’ll do with him exactly but she… Continue reading Wooot Canucks!
Well, another lesson learned in not getting your hopes up too high. Silas’ back is covered in hives from his peanut allergy test. His allergy is worse than it was a year and a bit ago. I guess we’re just really really good at keeping him safe. The doc said to not come back for… Continue reading Shucks…
Silas is passed out on the couch right now, I’m not sure whether to move him to his bed or not. He’s all nestled in there and he looks so peaceful. I’ll move him in a bit I think. I just wanna crawl in and snuggle him. So yesterday Isaac was preoccupied with with CD… Continue reading More ABC’s
So, day one with the psychologist went well. He’s a great guy and he’s very well qualified to do what he’s doing. I liked him very much. These questions that they give you, things you don’t think about when your first child isn’t typicial. I don’t realize how far off the realm of “typical” that… Continue reading Well, That Was Interesting…
There a messageboard that I go to that’s all about autism. We talk about everything there. Some woman mentioned her son’s fascination with letters and spelling so I told her my son was like that also. To that she replies: ” I know- you don’t see it very often- it is called hyperlexia- look it… Continue reading Hyperlexia?
Anyone watch Private Practice last night? If you did, you’ll know why I feel rather insulted by it. If not, let me catch you up on what happened. The show was about a mother of three sons. Her eldest has autism and the other two kids are typical. They’ve just returned from Europe where her… Continue reading Private Practice Scores a Big, Fat ZERO
Silas climbs onto my lap as I’m sitting on the couch, gives me his sparkly eyed smile and begins to bounce, so hard that it’s beginning to hurt. I shift so his bony bum begins hitting the couch and not my poor thighs. His face is so happy so I try to not be annoyed… Continue reading Blessed.
What a relaxing weekend. We arrived at about 9pm the first day and were very very impressed at how our chalet looked. You’ll see photos below. It’s really beautiful there. The next morning we decided to have breakfast on the deck, I was blabbing on and on about something between mouthfuls of eggs, sausage and… Continue reading Relaxing Weekend
It’s funny, ever since Silas was born we kinda poked fun at him. He just seemed different and we came up with nicknames for him like “special boy”. Which I know can be offensive but..he was just different. Sometimes as he’d be sitting there spinning something I’d call him my little autistic boy. I had… Continue reading Today I’m Excited.