Is the title of this post perhaps about Hugo's early intervention assessment? No, not really. I'll tell the whole early intervention story soon, but the long and short of it is that:
#1 I liked the women who showed up this morning much more than I expected. They were kind and they were pros. Until recently I had forgotten that I was in speech therapy from age 5-12 and somehow couldn't get sprung from it once in. So I've bad memories of being trapped against my will, missing regular class in a land of dull dittoes and dull children, "taught" by sincere speech teachers I wanted to run screaming from even then. And due to this I've a chip on my larynx about the whole speech business, ya dig?
#2 I liked them speech ladies even more when I found out that Hugo is advanced in most areas, and just has a "33% speech delay." What exactly that means I'm still not sure. But I've a piece of paper declaring him a social and developmental star and that's nice. The fine motor skills of a 28 month old? The social/emotional skills of a two year old? The cognitive skills of a 33-year-old genius? Well slap me with a flounder, and call me Cedric! Thats fantastic! Oh and that last one was a bit of an exadggeration, but only slightly.
Speaking of balls, Hugo is obsessed with them. Here's two days in a row of ball kicking action. The first soccer ball you see wasn't his, he simply swooped in and stole the ball from a group of sweet Hispanic kids. The kids were really kind and also distracted by the dogs who had joined us in the park. Ever since the basketball net broke, the park has blossomed with all ages and genders and species and sports. We're all hoping the net doesn't come back. When the basketball net went up, this little park became for men 18+ only and there was no room for little girls, kids skating, playing handball, playing with their dogs, playing soccer, etc. Note to self: Call the Mayor's office tomorrow to request the net not be fixed...
