I just found out how to get all the work done that I want while Charlie plays. All I have to do is threaten to put his pants on him, and he leaves me alone.
On the topic of Mr. Man, he now calls himself Cha-ee instead of Ah-ee. His speech pathologist Rachel tells me that he told her that he has a cat named Applesauce, which is not something that someone with unintelligible speech can convey out of context. He says almost all of the consonants now--"Stop scaring my Mommy!"--except for F. Fire truck is now eye-chuck instead of eye-uck. Rachel asked me about preschool and I told her about my dilemma. About how, for example, I would have to get him to integrated preschool by 8:30 a.m., even though I can barely get him to day care by 9:30. "If you've got a good thing going, why mess it up?" she said. "I mean, since he's doing so well."
Funny how I've managed to call the parents of children with hearing loss who decided to stay at our preschool rather than go to their town's integrated preschool, and I can't seem to find time to call the mom whose daughter has the same little ear as Charlie--and goes to integrated preschool.
My cousin's son goes to an integrated preschool in Wellesley. He's got Sensory Processing Disorder and the school is free for them! But not for the "typical" kids -- they have to pay.
Posted by: Lee | January 21, 2008 at 10:13 AM