RIght now is the most peaceful time of our day. PJ just got home from school and is quietly playing and decompressing from his day! When he comes off the bus, we hit the potty and then go through his folder and "talk" about his day. He still doesn't have the verbal skills to truly tell me about what he did, but I can ask questions and try to get an idea. He brought home some artwork today and I had to take a few guesses as to what it might be. I think it's a rock. One thing I didn't have to guess at was another reward for good behavior! It was a rocky first month or so, and it's still far from perfect, but PJ has really grown and is doing so well at school!
Deciding our next step in terms of where we will live has been a hot topic of discussion lately- or, it is when Pete and I have had a chance to talk! He's been working a lot this week! At any rate, we are having a hard time making a decision as to what will be best for our family. I find myself doing a lot of "what if" on issues that we have no way of predicting. Do we move sooner rather then later and put PJ in a pre-school program in a new district? Will we be as happy with it as we are with where he is now? IF we buy where we live now, will we want him to attend the only so-so high school in eleven years? If we move while he's in grade school, is it worth having PJ make new friends after he's become established in a school district? Will Autism make it difficult for him to make new friends either way? And can we ever afford to live in the school districts we are interested in?? Will I have to sleep with one- or both!- Property Bothers to get into a home??? It makes my head spin.
Another hot topic around these parts is getting PJ off the damn pacifier! I can't believe that I am one of those parents who has let his paci addiction go on this long. PJ is three years old, for goodness sake! I had imagined that the older he got, the less interest he would have in it. But nooooooooooooooooooo. Not my little nerd. He goes on a hunt for it as soon as he gets home from school! I tried hiding them, but he took to climbing his dresser to try and get to them! Holy Nimble Monkey, Batman!!! He scaled his shelves like he has suction cups in his palms- it nearly gave me a heart attack the first time I caught him at it! I gave up trying to hide the pacis because it's not worth a potential concussion, but I imagine that we should start saving for braces now. Fail, fail, fail.
|This is, perhaps, my favorite picture of Marla and I, ever.|