Sunday, January 10, 2010

kind of weird; but I suppose I should be accustomed to it.

One thing the conductors never told me was that a great number of professionals would be ignoring things I do with my son because they had no idea that he could perform some tasks without their cumbersome expensive equipment.
Just this year, it was - behold - finally time to start toilet-training Blue. Some of his therapists happily delivered a shiny, new, plastic commode to my home. Thanks to the absurdly unsystematic appearance of CE in our life nine years ago Blue and I began learning how to use the toilet; which, incidentally included the use of his hands, his legs, his brain, and something to hold if such a thing was available.
Is it time for a garage sale?

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