Not in the eggs

The boys are still coughing and snotty, the house is a mess, and Grady hit his face on the table leg and chipped his front tooth. I'm ready to collect my Mother of the Year award now. Honestly, by last night I was starting to wonder if it could get any worse. And then it snowed half a foot and I woke up with the creeping crud too, so now I know better than to ask that question. But it's Wednesday night, so that's pretty good, and I'm hoping that by the weekend we'll all be on the mend.

Yesterday Mike went to Evan's teacher conference. I wanted him to go instead of me, and though it almost pained me to give up complete control, I had to do it. I think it's so important for both of us to do the school thing, for both of us to be involved. Mike said that the teachers had glowing reports about Evan--he's doing great at all the academic stuff, and he's starting to really come out of his shell with the teachers and his classmates. He even makes jokes with them now, and has taken the lead on some class assignments. It looks like he'll be in a regular classroom again for first grade, and next year he won't spend any time in the support room at all--great news.

The only thing special that Ev really needs anymore is speech. His therapist at school was at the meeting yesterday, and she told Mike she was concerned that Ev was losing sounds--specifically "l", "r", and "th". I am of the opinion that he never had those sounds to begin with, but the therapist said that some testing shows that he did. So I'll mention it to his hospital therapist tomorrow just so she knows what's going on, and we'll start working on trying to get those sounds to emerge. He does still have trouble with getting his tongue to make certain sounds or movements, so maybe we'll start back at the beginning with that.

Ev's IEP for next year is set for the third week of April. I can't believe we're planning for next year already, and that we'll have to write goals for first grade. It's exciting, but odd to think that kindergarten will soon be just a memory. It's gone better for him than I ever imagined, and I only hope that he can continue loving school and enjoying learning the way he has this year.