House of Krause

Yesterday I was speechless.  It was a whirl wind of a week. I made another attempt at contacting the school district.  I finally got in touch with some one who was really upset that some how Luke’s paperwork was some how missed. With in two days and about ten phone calls later,  I had two psychologist and a Speech and language pathologist at our house.  I explained to Luke that new teachers were going to come meet him and play with him. He was very excited.  I don’t care how many times people look at and test your son, I never like it! He is my angel and just perfect in every way. That’s the proud mother talking in me.  I know they have to do these things so they can understand the situation, but it’s never easy. I think any mom could relate to that, having your child scrutinized under the microscope. Did I mention I don’t like it? Well, Luke was warm and welcoming as they filed in. The SLP said she would play with him while the school psychologist asked Paul and I all the questions. Luke warmed right up to her and decided he would begin to show her everything in the house. He started pulling toys out of the monster toy cupboard. As we were talking I would look and he would be dragging out one thing out after the next. He gave me the eye as he walked by. He knew he could get away with a huge mess because I was to busy talking. I guess the SLP brought out a little shoe from her bag. Next thing I know Luke is walking past me with all his shoes piled up in his arms. Paul and I are talking to the two psychologist and more and more toys were being coming out. At one point I looked over and Luke was pulling peacock feathers from my floral arrangement in the living room.  I stopped and said to the psychologist, “Excuse me, I need to go see what he is doing.” Of course the SLP had a little peacock feather in her bag. Luke decided to show her his. He was having a grand old time. I could have died when he jumped up on the fireplace and hung them all a full moon while singing, “AH- DO-BE- DO-BE-DO -DA!” They looked at me and said, “What did he say?” Mortified, I blamed Preston and said, “His older brother teaches him terrible things!” Two hours later when the three hundred questions were over the house was a wreck! You could not see the floor.  Luke was in no mood for the psychologists to start her formal testing. He crawled in to his toys cabinet closed it on himself and said, “Bye, bye.” I would have crawled in to if I could fit. He was ready for a nap. The two hours of testing by the SLP had wore him right silly.  Needless to say they are coming back next week and finish their testing.  The good news was that they thought he was doing so well. They could not believe he ever got speech services through regional. I explained to them how hard he has worked and just how far he has come. It makes me feel so good that we were able to find  Megan McCann at Lucid Speech and Language, and learned the Kaufman method! I just wanted to call her and say THANK YOU! Thank you for what you have done for my son!  Early intervention is so critical. It really made me feel even more fired up to encourage other moms to continue to fight for speech therapy services.  I will never understand why a child would qualify for services BECAUSE of a speech disorder,  and never receive any speech therapy. Some thing is very wrong with that??  Anyhow, We will see what will happen with the district.  Last night after I regrouped from the stress of the day, I couldn’t help but sit back and start cracking up. Oh no, my sweet son did not hang those three ladies a BA today, did he??

I ‘m off  to get ready for a very special little three years old birthday tomorrow. Good Night friends!

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