After therapy, we had breakfast at the high class establishment known as Waffle House. Colt ate an entire waffle and a side of bacon and then wanted more! He's a fan, just like his mommy. ;) We also got in some quality time at the playground, right before I twisted my ankle so bad I was in tears. Today it is nice and blue. Bah.
Tomorrow has been one month since we saw the geneticist. I am oh-so-anxiously awaiting that call. In the next week or so, we should also be hearing from the school system. They will be arranging to test Colt and see if he "qualifies" for preschool. No doubt he will due to the severe speech delay. He is steadily catching up, which is wonderful, but is still behind. Eventually, when he catches up (assuming there is nothing else holding him back) he can "test out" or graduate from the special ed preschool. So, that is where we stand today. Thanks for keeping up with our wild boy!
My Waffle House buddy!
All smiles at the playground.
My little Picasso loves to draw!