Now updated with one more update!
(In which I emulate J.K. Rowling and try to tie up all the loose ends from my previous posts.)
Computer Crash Update
It was a faulty hard-drive, which has now been replaced. Irretrievably lost are the following items:
- Twelve years’ worth of personal emails, including all the flirtatious courtship messages hubby and I exchanged back when we were “just friends.”
- About four weeks’ worth of lecture notes, most of which still exist on paper.
- The syllabuses (syllabi?) I was preparing for my fall courses.
- The $500 it cost to replace the hard drive and purchase Microsoft Office rather than re-installing the ancient Office ’98 I was using before.
Avalanche Ranch Update
We never went back.
A few days ago, I got a call from a nursery school right around the corner, one that comes highly recommended by a friend who sent her daughter there last year. They have spots available in their morning program, which mirrors a JK curriculum, except in what they call “a more nurturing environment.” They have a 2:16 ratio, with an additional supply teacher who comes in to assist any children with special needs. I can drop Bub off as early as 8:45, which means I’ll have time to go in and settle him down before leaving to teach my 9:30 class. Also, they’re a co-op, which means the tuition is less than half that of a Montessori school.
Just talking to the teacher was enough to lift a burden of anxiety I didn’t even know I was carrying. When I told her about Bub’s tendency to melt down at the slightest reprimand, she said, “Wow! It sounds like he’s a three-year-old!” I walked over with the children yesterday and sat in on a day-camp they’re running through the summer months. The preschool is located in a church basement, and compared to the day-care centers I toured a few weeks ago, it’s old and shabby. But it’s a veritable wonderland, with puppets and easels and a building center with enough blocks to create a fort large enough to hide in. Although the room was filled with children, it seemed quiet and peaceful, with music playing in the background. When Pie tried to leave, Bub went back in on his own, calling back to us, “Come on, let’s go play!” I felt safe there; I felt at home.
I have an interview on Tuesday with a home-care provider who lives right down the street; if she is as nice as she seemed on the phone, we may have an arrangement I can live with for the fall.
The long-awaited appointment at the PDD Diagnostic Clinic is finally scheduled for late September. It’s a two-day process, with the second day of testing occurring 4-5 weeks after the first one. So by late October/early November, we should have some of the answers we are looking for.
Little Gym Update
The third class was a breakthrough. After the disaster that first week, I was relieved when Bub managed to play happily apart from the group the following week - he wasn't participating, exactly, but at least he was having fun. But yesterday was different. When Bub hung back at the beginning, unsure about going in, his new friend Austin grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the room. He ran in a circle with the other children. He waited his turn to go across the bars. He sat by the wall to listen to brief instructions. During the open ball-play he mimicked the other children, setting his ball down when they did and throwing it up in unison. At the end, he sat down for circle time and did a series of actions in concert with the others.
In the meantime, Pie and I hung out in the lobby, where she seemed intuitively to understand that there was no point begging to go in, that she wasn't allowed. So we read nursery rhymes and played with toys while I chatted with Austin's mom, who is just as kindredly as she appeared on our first meeting. We dissected Harry Potter and pooled our knowledge of autism while our sons joined forces in the gym, teaching one another how to be friends.