school days, school haze

School is back in. It is Sam's fifth year at Shelton in the language intervention program. She is in a class with a teacher and an SLP I LOVE and at the same time are hugely effective instructors.

Sam's test scores at the end of last year showed measurable progress. Now that's something we haven't seen. ever.
But still, she is so far behind. She should be in 4th grade. She is in 3rd and tests at a 1st grade level in most areas.

The kicker is that we know she is intelligent. The spark is there.
It just does not translate to paper.

So I get the blahs...
the poor pitiful me's...
the poor pitiful sam's...

At the moment, I am trying to fill out paper work for an endocrinologist. Have to give a complete history before the doctor will even allow you to make an appointment. Her shrink suggested we have genetic testing done - to rule out anything there.

So my ped is sending us to this new Dr. If we pass the paperwork test. Which so far, I am failing miserably.

behaviour is an issue for Sam again. it is spiraling down hill. the tantrums are back.

Okay, (sigghhhhh)
picking myself up by the bootstraps (once again) and moving forward.

Paperwork will be done and sent.

no stone left unturned...

Forward
March