I was standing in the kitchen this morning when the phone finally rang. I saw the number and panicked a little, because I knew that this was it. I picked it up and the speech pathologist told me that she hadn't been able to find my number, but that they had completed the test scoring and that Mae qualifies for the program and that that means that we'll likely be part of the residential program (if that means therapy at home I am super, super excited about it).
She paused and I asked if qualifying meant that there was actually a diagnosis then, was there actually a name for what she was telling me and she paused again and said yes that the results tell us that she is autistic.
I had expected it and yet when I hung up the phone my hands were shaking. And then I really, really wanted to talk with someone over the age of five. Which was probably when I started complaining that Paul's matrimony law class feels like it goes over it's alloted time every. single. week.
But he finally got home and Sadie got to have her special oh-my-goodness-please-stop-crying-over-the-tooth-you-just-knocked-out-lunch and we headed to the university's children's garden for our final field trip of the week.
And it was wonderful:
Then we wandered over to horticultural gardens where we got eaten by a willow dragon:
Which I slooooooowly made my way through with the girls (Maggie LOVED it):
And we came upon a statue that Paul thought looked a lot like the eleventh doctor... missing only a red fez:
And then it was finally time to head home for Paul to mow the lawn so that our yard stops embarrassing our neighbors (it's been hard to figure out a time for him to mow the yard now that he's doing full time school and working! There just aren't enough hours in the day!).
Now to figure out dinner...