Recovering Noah

When we first realized that Noah had autism, I went to a seminar and met a mom who was telling me that I should never give up on Noah. She said it takes a long time for our kids to learn a new skill, but that they can learn. And then she proudly proceeded to tell me a story about teaching her son how to ride a bike. When I asked her how long it took him to learn, she replied, "Four years." Four years?? FOUR YEARS?? I have to admit, I was so arrogant back then. I thought I knew everything about autism and I remember silently telling myself, "Well, that won't be Noah. He's going to be recovered by then." He was 22 months old at the time. He had 5 months of therapy already under his belt. I knew he'd be recovered by the time he was 3. Fast forward to August 2011. Noah will be 10 in October. He's had 8 and 1/2 years of nonstop therapy under his belt. We're beginning a new one next week. He still hasn't recovered. But he did just lear...

I can't believe it's been nearly two months since I last blogged! So much has been going on, but I've developed quite the lazy streak and found it's much easier to just pop onto Facebook and post a quick status update. I'm sure things will calm down a bit (maybe!) when school starts back up in two weeks. Anyway, in the meantime, I thought I'd show ya'll what the kids have been up to lately. We have tons and tons and tons of empty glass food jars laying around. They're stored everywhere - in drawers, in cabinets, on shelves, on top of the fridge. I can't bear to throw them away and we don't have any sort of glass recycling in our town. So, I nurture my pack rat tendencies and keep them for "just in case". Finally, that "just in case" arrived. I'm not sure what rock I've been living under, but it finally occurred to me that you can spray paint glass jars. So we went to my mom's house with a box full of old glass j...