Our day has been all about social workers. The first was a health and safety check, the second was the monthly visit from AAI's worker and the third was our adoption worker on the phone doing our post placement study....
Anyway, while visiting with social worker number 2 I had both children working on puzzles and suddenly the social worker turned to me and asked, "Which of them is singing?" It was obvious to me that it was Missy, but it is the VERY first time I have ever heard her sing on tune. She sang Jesus Loves Me from start to finish completely on pitch and all the words were perfect. This child COULD NOT SING ANYTHING not that long ago except an off -tune version of the Alphabet song and bits and pieces of Jesus Loves Me. This IS HUGE!
Hmmm.... So what did it? The music therapy or the light therapy or the combination?
She has been so combative but mellowing out as the day progresses.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Twelve Hours Later
She's still asleep after one terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. She started screaming in the morning and she never made it to school (speech, ot, pt) and I could not take her to choir so she went to a hospital staff meeting with dad, came home and resumed her screaming which landed her in bed for the night.
I'm praying for a better day today for her and for me.
We have two different social workers visiting today - oh JOY :-)
My hand is pretty much useless this morning after my fork accident of yesterday.
Buster demonstrated some problem solving skills this morning. He's our garbage man around here. The garbage truck was to show up at any minute, so he was out the door taking the trash can to the corner. Well, half way down he dumped it over, but it was too heavy to lift back on it's wheels. I didn't know what was taking him so long so I glanced out the window to find him carrying garbage bags, one at a time to the corner to lighten his load. He wasn't screaming. He wasn't crying and he wasn't even calling for help. He just figured out a way to get the job done and I am quite proud of him. Brianna went racing down to help and they had everything to the corner in the nick of time and Buster was rewarded for a job well done when he watched the whole process of the trash being dumped into the truck. With a honk and wave the trashman was off and Buster came up with a smile and story.
I'm praying for a better day today for her and for me.
We have two different social workers visiting today - oh JOY :-)
My hand is pretty much useless this morning after my fork accident of yesterday.
Buster demonstrated some problem solving skills this morning. He's our garbage man around here. The garbage truck was to show up at any minute, so he was out the door taking the trash can to the corner. Well, half way down he dumped it over, but it was too heavy to lift back on it's wheels. I didn't know what was taking him so long so I glanced out the window to find him carrying garbage bags, one at a time to the corner to lighten his load. He wasn't screaming. He wasn't crying and he wasn't even calling for help. He just figured out a way to get the job done and I am quite proud of him. Brianna went racing down to help and they had everything to the corner in the nick of time and Buster was rewarded for a job well done when he watched the whole process of the trash being dumped into the truck. With a honk and wave the trashman was off and Buster came up with a smile and story.