When One Door Closes…

Our weeks generally tend to be a little chaotic and unpredictable, but have been especially so since I found out I was pregnant and morning sickness started kicking my ass. The only exception to this is Wednesday. On Wednesday’s I can count on waking up to the sounds of the vacuum whirring, the hubs pleading with and bribing the kidlets to pick up their toys and put on their clothes, towels and pajamas that should have made it to a laundry basket days ago, being launched down the stairs with an exasperated sigh. These are all very clear indications that, despite my desire to stay in bed and continue ignoring the mess that has gathered over the last few days, Wednesday is upon us and our speech therapist will be arriving in mere hours, so I need to get my butt moving and pull this place together, fast.

By about 8am, showers and breakfasts have happened, along with a pixie chase around the house to secure some kind of tie in her crazy morning hair, and then we turn on some tunes and start the cleaning frenzy. Z likes to listen to Dubstep while we clean, Pixie prefers kids music that she knows the words to, generally opting for the Laurie Berkner Band, and I tend to clean to show tunes or angry girl music (I find that cleaning is much more bearable when one can sing through it). So with the playlist in constant rotation, we dance our way through the house, picking up toys, retrieving snack bowls and cups from under couches and behind play kitchen doors, re-shelving a few days worth of children’s books that are quickly encroaching on every last inch of the hallway floor, sweeping and scrubbing floors, and performing every other task that a good housewife should be doing daily instead of bi-weekly. But you know, that’s how I roll.

Once things are finally looking presentable again, the kids are more then over the dancing and singing and cleaning so we make time for a few games and usually some kind of messy craft before we break for a little nourishment. Wednesday lunches are my favorite because the kids shovel food into their mouthes hastily, making life a little easier on me. Especially considering most lunches consists of more singing, jumping up out of chairs, feeding baby dolls, and constant silly conversation, than actual eating. As soon as lunch is done, we scour the temporarily organized bookshelves for something to read to pass time until…

Knock, knock, knock…. The kids, in unison, start yelling “Marcia! Marcia’s here!! Marcia’s home!! Hi Marcia, we missed you!!” as they bound for the door and open it to greet her. Much rejoicing is had by all and my little cubs are hugging the poor woman to death while talking to her a mile a minute, as she tries to get through the narrow entrance to our house with her piles of toys and bags. And this sweet, sweet speech therapist of ours just smiles and loves right back on them, excited to hear their adventures and triumphs of the previous week. I am going to tell you right now, that I fully believe the Universe worked its magic to ensure that Marcia was placed into our lives. She has not only helped foster the kidlets speech and communication skills, but has been a dear friend and encourager to me and an amazing support for our family when we have needed advice or information.

Things are about to change now as they tend to do when kids get older. Astoria is almost three which means that she will be done with early intervention services, and while she may need a few special accommodations once she is in school (seating in the front of the room or an icom unit for the teacher), she is likely done with all therapies and is way ahead of the game where language and communication is concerned. So we know this is good change and we are so proud of our Pixie for working so hard with her speech and her listening skills. Her most recent communication assessment put her speech and language comprehension and expression at a 4 year, 6 month old level which is absolutely amazing for any child, much less one with hearing loss.

Lucky for us (well in a weird sort of way), instead of ending this post saying how HARD it will be without Marcia, and how epically sad we are to see her services come to an end, another door opened… At Z’s four year check up, our pediatrician noticed some articulation issues in his speech and occasional stuttering. Now these things are no surprise to us and we mostly attribute them to the fact that this little boy’s mind goes about a thousand times faster then his mouth could possibly move to keep up. The silver lining in all of this is that, even though we will have to start paying her privately to come over and give Z speech therapy (Stori’s was provided through our state’s early intervention program), Marcia will still be a fixture in this household, and I couldn’t be happier about that.

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