Therapy — 5 Minutes for Special Needs



Hi there! Remember me?

(don’t answer that…I’m beginning to feel a foreigner in my own land!)


So, here’s the current score. School District: 5, Jack: 3.

It’s looking rough out there.

His IEP was completed a few weeks ago. Because he turned 6, he has to be “transitioned” from the developmental delay label to something else. So you know what that means?


Lots, and Lots, And LOTS of testing.

We’ve had 3 speech tests, an intelligence test, and today we’re going to the psychologist to have another battery of tests. Add to it physical and occupational therapy evaluations, and you have…

One. Crazy. Momma. (toting around a very unhappy, grumpy, and completely over it boy-child).


How’s your life going? I promise…once these few weeks end, I’m going to be back with a force. I have lots to share and tell (I’m learning so many things!), but no time to sit and write.

(this is being written while the sun is just breaking the horizon)



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Being the Parent

I sat in the developmental psychologist’s waiting room just simply observing the behavior of the parents. Some were busy filling out paperwork, one was reading a book, another was totally in to playing Angry Birds. Not a single one was watching their child.

I watched these children, who were obviously there for a reason, as they screamed, hit one another, and ransacked the poor bookshelves—while the parents were oblivious. You know, because Angry Birds is more important…

One mother (the one filling out paperwork) finally looked at me, who was staring at the child who had a hold of another child’s ponytail, and said, “You know, I try hard.”

I gave her a nod and a smile and continued reading to Jack to keep him calm.

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Hospital Homebound


It’s happening around here. Some of the counties near where we live have already returned to recess, brown bag lunch, and smiling teachers. We…start Monday.

Well, my daughter starts Monday. My friend’s children start Monday.

Jack. Not so much.

See, we qualified for Hospital Homebound (HH). Basically, this is a school within a school. It has its own principal, teachers, guidance counselors, etc. Three times a week a teacher comes to my house and hangs out with Jack. Speech therapy and Physical therapy will visit him at home as well. However, it’s under the confines of the MotherSchool, which is the elementary that we are zoned for.

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Moms Gone Mad!

I have tried…

When Jack was taking therapy a million hours a week, I would sit in the waiting room and take in the “sights” and sounds around me (seriously, people, leggings are NOT pants!). So many times my heart broke when I would hear another parent, under the guise of “advocacy,” just pick apart either physicians, nurses, or therapists. Perhaps some of this is because I am a nurse (BSN, RN–MSN 2013)? Perhaps some of it is because I am careful about what I say about other people?

When I was teaching nursing assistants at my last job, I would explain to them that they did not need to enter the field and tell other nursing assistants what was wrong in that specific facility.

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A few years ago, I fell in love with Signing Time. Jack was struggling to do much more than scream and I was increasingly frustrated. In a last ditch effort, I bought some DVDs and prayed that he would communicate with me. Slowly, he began to sign (things like more and done) and I felt like maybe I could communicate with him.

That’s when I decided that I was going to stalk Rachel Coleman (co-Founder and general all-around awesome human being). I followed her on Twitter and began to join the weekly Signing Time chat (sadly, they’re no longer doing it–because it was SUPER fun!).

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Special Exposure Wednesday – Dance Class

The boy attended Therapeutic Movement classes. This was the part he liked best:

That and the cute little girl in the class, 😉

special needs wordless wednesday

Share what you managed to capture this week. Please spread the comment love around. Thank you.

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New year to begin…

I know what your thinking…NEW SCHOOL YEAR?   How many days till school starts???  I have a friend that started counting the minute summer started.  I enjoy our homeschooling time together.  I love the beginning of a new year…the goals for the year, the dreams of what you want to work on, the reality of what will really happen.  The fresh Sharpened pencils, crayons (even though we have 12 boxes already), the paper, the books, the construction paper…the excitement…the adventures. 

This past school year offically closed today.  My son had his evaluation that we have to turn into our school system with our next notification letter for the upcoming school year. 

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Conversational Carousel

The other day I took the child to a nearby amusement park. We enjoyed our mommy-daughter outing with one of her friends and her mom. One of the rides we most enjoyed was the 100 year old carousel. It was truly beautiful. The horses had hair tails instead of painted ones, and there were even brass rings to grab!

Then a couple of days ago we watched Mary Poppins for the first time. To refresh your memory, Mary, Burt (the chimney sweep), Michael and Jane jump into a chalk picture and visit a country fair. At the fair they ride on a carousel.

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Language is Amazing

For the most part the child’s language seems pretty typical now, but every once in a while something pops up that just highlights how differently she processes words.

The exchange yesterday between the child (age 7) and her little sister (age 3) went something like this…

7 yo: “You Dare!”

3 yo: “I’m not a Dare, I’m a girl.”

7 yo: “No, you’re a Dare…Dare, Dare, Dare.”

3 yo: “I’m not a Dare, I’m a girl!”

7 yo: “Don’t, you Dare, talk to me.”

It took me a minute to figure out what this was all about. I’m sure the child has heard me say it before hundreds of times, “Don’t you dare… [look at me like that, throw that, get up, run in this place, etc.

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I scrambled up the hill to my daughter’s “old school” to pick up my son from his “new class.” My daughter attended this school from Early Intervention through Kindergarten before being moved to our neighborhood school for first grade. I know most of the Early Intervention staff pretty well, and I know the IEP process all too well. So when we decided to have my son’s speech evaluated for phonology issues I felt pretty comfortable about the whole process.

Unfortunately we got a bit of a hard spot in terms of scheduling. He has to be at his phonology group class at 8:15 am, which is the same time I usually leave the house with my oldest to take her to school.

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