Let’s face it. Being a parent is rough. Whether you have a child with special needs or not, we all want for their happiness, that they will feel successful, that they will be confident, and that they will never hurt. Of course we know that without trials they cannot fully appreciate the successes, without sadness they could never fully experience complete happiness, without hurt they simply wouldn’t be human. School
Today is the second annual Apraxia Awareness Day, and in case you haven’t heard, this year it made its way into the United States Congressional Record! That’s a big step in spreading awareness, but there is still a long way to go. I was able to blog about the very first apraxia awareness day here First annual apraxia awareness day and I’m so excited to be doing it again this year. Most
It’s the month of May, and in my world, that means starting to think about what to do for the second annual Apraxia Awareness Day. Leading the movement is CASANA, a non-profit dedicated to Childhood Apraxia of Speech. If you are interested, they have a bunch of great ideas on how to celebrate here, at their website Apraxia Kids. I did write to my local papers, but my favorite of all
The people over at Complete Speech and Michelle over at Trust Me, I’m a Mom and myself all teamed up to offer you a great giveaway for the visual feedback app VowelViz! I was not paid to review the app and am only offering my personal opinion not only as a mother with a child who has a speech delay, but also as an SLP who works with kids. I
Ashlynn’s Great Grandma Green has been out for about a week now visiting. This isn’t the first time Ashlynn has met Grandma Green. She usually comes out in October each year to stay with Ashlynn’s Grandma Smith who is of course her daughter. Last year she bought Ashlynn a dress for her Birthday that was purple with big colored polka dots that was instantly her favorite. Unfortunately, at that time,
Ashlynn said her first compound sentence yesterday. It took me so much by surprise that I almost ruined it by interrupting her. I picked her up from school asking the usual questions and getting the usual answers, “How was school?” “Good.” (Dood) “What did you do?” “Play” (pay) “Who did you play with?” “PLAY!!” she says impatiently. “I know, but