Time Didn't Stand Still

As you can see there is a HUGE gap -- over NINE years!! -- between postings.  Life has been crazy  but suddenly I have this strong desire to get my memories down, not on paper, but at least saved so that I can look back on my amazing life.

I have to admit, one big reason for this, is that I pulled up this blog, looking for pictures of Kyle to put in my yearbook tribute to him.  Yep!  He's a SENIOR!!  My last post was about him being diagnosed w/ Aspergers, so I have a LOT to write about.

It's hard to believe that the precious baby sleeping above, is now almost 18 years old and will soon be graduating and leaving the nest.  I am so proud of the young man he has become and I can't wait to see what lies ahead in his future. 



Life's Ups and Downs

It's amazing how when things are going well, I don't have time to update my blog, but as soon as something rocks my world, it's one of the first places I head.

Life has been going along so very well....boys are doing well in school, I love my job, Eddie is wonderful. Life. is. good.

Trey is a freshman in high school and is struggling a little with Biology and Spanish II, mostly because he hasn't figured out yet that he needs to consistently study, instead of sporadically cramming the night before a test. He'll figure it out soon. In the meantime, he's staying for tutoring for some extra help. He plans to play on the school soccer team next semester. I can't wait! I love watching him play. He is on a club team this fall and is really doing well.

Kyle is doing well academically. He's in a Gifted/Talented Cluster class, where they put G/T and high achieving regular kids together. He is loving the extra challenges and all the projects. He's also part of a Destination Imagination team. I'm hoping that is a good fit for him.

This summer we finally had Kyle tested, and they confirmed my suspicions that he indeed did have Asperger's Syndrome, which is a high functioning autism. I KNEW deep down in my heart, but I sure wanted to be proven wrong this time. We just got the results a couple days ago and I'm still trying to process everything. Part of me wonders if he is this way because of all the fertility drugs that I took, or because I was older when he was born. When I stop to truly think about it, I know that it's probably not my fault, but Satan sure knows where to send his jabs to do the most damage. I hope I won't have a difficult time getting him help at his school, but I'm gearing up for a fight, because the testing was done outside of school, and they have already told me there was no academic need to have him getting special help. The doctors this summer disagree, so I hope that by sharing their findings, I will be able to get him some extra support, especially in speech and social skills.