It's been a few weeks... I know

I realize I'm about to come up on a month of not posting. I know, I'm sorry. Life in our house never slows down, with constant therapy appointments for X, school events for H & N, gym time, and family days. Sometimes I wonder if I'm getting any sleep at all, I go to sleep and then wake up in what feels like 1 hour later.

Right now, our family is in the process of requesting an EFMP move out of where we currently live. EFMP stands for Exceptional Family Member Program in the military, where family members who need special care outside a general family doctor, is placed in the program. It helps when you're getting ready to PCS to another duty station for the gaining duty station to be able to know what services you're needing, and if they can accommodate them. If they can't, you'll be assigned to a base that can accommodate you. The base we are currently at does not have adequate services for our sons, which is why we requested to move before our time here is up. We've gone through the entire process, now we're just waiting for orders. I was not born with a patience gene, so this is driving me nuts.

Any who, X just started ABA therapy for the first time yesterday and the therapist said he had a blast. He was at the center for 4 hours yesterday and after he was done, we were both just beat! The good thing is, ever since he started up his OT, he's progressed from flipping out when he had to go back into the room, to walking with his therapist with a smile on his face. It takes just one less stressor off of me, when he goes back happy as a lark.

H is currently doing social therapy until all of his medical referrals are in and sent to us. I'm starting to wonder if they're waiting to do those until we move. It's been a while and we have yet to hear anything. H goes to a psychologist who has a group of boys his age who all have Aspergers and they gain help and knowledge on how to interact with other kids socially without it being awkward. I'm not too sure on how well it's going, since H seems to still be soft spoken, so bad that half the time I can't hear him. When we ask him to speak up, he yells, gets frustrated, and stops. I'll have to write a post on when we learned of H having Aspergers and how we suspected it.

For now though, I need to end this post, as I have a dinosaur (*ahem* X) shaking his tail at me and roaring at me. Have a wonderful week!