This poor boy has a serious cough. So bad that on the way to take his sister's to school this morning, he thru up.

I am so excited for tomorrow...we are starting back up Occupational Therapy (O.T.). I am so hopeful now that we have a full diagnosis that we will be able to find the right treatment plan for him.

 

I got an email from Raven's teacher today that finally jump started me into getting Raven tested for ADHD. We have been talking about it for a few weeks now, but I hate putting my kids on medication and giving them a title.

Anyway, she is failing, MATH especially! She cannot sit still long enough for the teacher to explain anything to her. We have noticed this a lot more at home as well and in therapy her therapist is saying the same thing.

She also stole school lunch today and her teacher caught her.

Our kids have not had school lunch in 3 years. They always take home lunch. It is cheaper and much more healthy. I know exactly what they are eating and how much.

Anyway, Raven's reasoning was that she thought she would still be hungry after she ate her own lunch.

I know that we send enough for them because she comes home everyday with some of her food left in her lunch box. (So not a very good excuse that she gave)

Hopefully we have fixed that problem and we will never have another issue in the future.

 

Quynsie got up this morning still in a good mood and a bounce in her step.

 

The kids have been a handful this evening. They don't know how to use their inside voices for the life of them. After Sunday, we have had enough and they are now getting time outs for not using inside voices. It's not the normal kid yelling, it is high pitch screaming and I just can't take it anymore.

I have hearing loss in my right ear and high pitched noises sends sharp pains through my ear. Yes, the kids know this, but for the love of Heaven, they just won't stop.

Recently, I have noticed when Joe goes into is really low voice, it makes my ear drum vibrate and it actually really hurts.

Anyway, it has gotten so out of hand that we have had to come up with a way for them to realize that we are serious. It's not just at home they do it, they do it in the car, at therapy, at other peoples houses at school, just about everywhere.

We have had their hearing tested and they are all just fine, so that is not a reason for their loud voices.

 

Anyway so when Joe walked in the door at 7:15, I started singing:

 

"I'm so glad when daddy comes home, happy as can be. I clap my hands and shout hooray!!!"