This morning, James and I scrambled to get everything cleaned up before Julie with Early Start came to visit to discuss some of what’s going to happen next. I have pretty shitty listening comprehension, so I honestly have no clue other than soon we’re going to be experiencing 3 hours a day of therapy (well, education, as they put it) that’s to start in May or something to that extent. Some of it will be targeted toward Tristan and some toward us. Either James will write about it or I will clarify when I have a copy of the report on hand. Anyway, short form is that our lives are lives are indeed going to CHANGE. I have hopes that we can keep some semblance of normal life with a buddy rather than be stuck in school ALL of the damn time or something.

Anyway, no point in lending anxiety to that now. There will be plenty of time to mull over it.

We went to the Children’s Discovery Museum afterward – it’s another shitty day, all weeping from the sky but too cold to enjoy being out in. I had a lot of fun with Tristan. He’s getting really good at the stairs in the toddler room – he can officially walk up AND down them by himself while holding the rail. This is a major improvement over the last time we went – he very much felt on the verge but not yet ready. That being said, now that he’s mastered the stairs, he didn’t insist on going up and down them twelve thousand times. Even more astounding and possibly useful is that I got him to sit in my lap through a story time. I had to use a snack and the gentle back stroking trick, but he lasted through the entire book and Q&A session afterward. I dare say that I’m ready to try taking him to a reading event of some sort again.

Unfortunately, we’re not having a good track record with napping. He woke up screaming every time I’ve tried to type this entry, as per usual procedure. He’s still sleeping for approximately the same amount of time, but I am beginning to feel like I’m not permitted to type here. Seriously, EVERY TIME I TRY he wakes and starts screaming. So if my entries seem scattered or distracted lately, it is because I am forced to spit it out quickly.