Well, what a liar I turned out to be. Just when I'm saying I'm signing off until further notice, I'm finding that maybe journaling our life isn't such a bad idea after all.

Dorian finished his first full week of school. I couldn't get very many details out of him, but he seemed happy and was excited to go each morning, so I didn't worry too much. Until his teacher called me on day three and said "We need to talk." Uh oh. She detailed to me for 20 minutes how difficult he is in class, with his wandering and non participation. I went on overload within minutes, so those details are a little fuzzy. We ended up having a meeting with her, the speech therapist, the special ed teacher, and the school psychologist. We decided to have Dorian evaluated for occupational therapy as an additional help for him. Kurt and I tried to emphasize that this was still the second week of school and that we knew he would adjust eventually. We also reiterated that he is in no distress over this, and we would definitely know if he were. The supremely frustrating thing is that most of the issues going on would be eased or eliminated if the school district hadn't decided to go to full-day instead of their transitional program. We thought that transitional program was exactly what Dorian needed. Instead, he gets to be among the guinea pigs. And our options aren't great. There are no charter schools nearby, private schools aren't a good option for multiple reasons, and that leaves homeschooling and moving. I did want to homeschool at one point, but it never felt completely right. And moving presents its own problems, so we're working with what we have and praying for improvement.

Speaking of my sons' therapists, Quinn had a visit from his physical therapist this week. It went really well. She said there is no reason for him not to be walking now, that it's all in his head, and we have to build up his confidence. She then lured him away from the couch with toys, and he successfully took several steps before he realized what was going on and crawled the rest of the way. That was on Thursday and I have yet to duplicate that. But I agree with her, it's time for him to walk. He's an excellent climber.
He used to just sit at the piano and pound on the keys. But that's not good enough anymore. It's time to move on.

Faith continues to be herself. She enjoyed her first week of "preschool," although it seems like her favorite part is the special snack each day. We're looking forward to more time with just the two of us, since we've done it during Quinn's naps this week, except for our field trip to visit the cows in the neighborhood. That has worked well. I'm glad I can do something well enough.