A few things…

-On the way to school this morning, I asked Noah if he wanted to go to the train park after school. He told me “Yes! But first school and then Train Park.” Just like that. Which looking at that sentence now, doesn’t seem like such a big deal…

-At the train park, there was another little boy with his dad. He was the same size as Noah so I assumed that he was 5 or 6. Noah was playing with the boy on the train & then went to sit next to the man…. talking to him & telling him about the train.

He asked how old Noah was. When I said 3, he told us that his son was the same age. Another big kid!

He said “I figured he was younger than he looked because he runs like a 3 year old & talks like a 3 year old.”

Then he said “You must get a lot of looks… people assuming he’s older than he is…”

“Yes we do! Especially because he has some issues/ADHD…”, I said.

(oh he has no idea the looks I get with Noah sometimes….)

“All 3 year old boys have ADHD. He’s fine.” He said.



That guy had no clue how important those words were. Here’s a stranger, interacting with my son…AND NOT NOTICING (or at least not reacting to) his differences. And he was a man! Men tend to be more judgmental than women as far as Noah goes.

Even if it isn’t exactly true…. for a stranger to tell me that he’s fine & not to worry. Seriously. That guy is lucky that I didn’t hug him right there.

-Then we went to Target. Where Noah threw a huge fit right as we walked in over gumballs. I wanted to run back to the park & find that man. But we got through it. And he was fine the rest of the time shopping. Even scored YET ANOTHER Thomas train from Grandma.

Stupid gumballs… killed my that.dude.called.noah.fine buzz.



Having a child with special needs is hard. And rewarding. Faith stretching and future blurring. Utterly challenging and relationship deepening. Scary and full of unknowns. Dream altering and hope holding. Always different yet full of new normals. Beautiful and amazing.


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So I know the title of this blog is “the six of us”. And I know I seem to only be able to write posts about one of us… that one being Noah. Why? Because I am worried about that boy! And that worry tends to pound down every other thing in my head until I can barely breathe.

Today the regional center psychologist ruled out Autism. In her words, “he is clearly not autistic.” He had a full evaluation today. He was relaxed. He was himself. It was a fair evaluation. I’m happy.

Noah sat when he was supposed to sit. He finished every task asked of him. He talked & played & laughed & smiled. He shared & pretended & charmed the pants off her. He also wiggled out of his chair when he was done & ran out of the room at one point. Typical Noah.

He scored a 5 on the diagnostic test. 7 is the mildest on the Autism Spectrum (PDD-NOS). She said he scored as high as a 5 because at one point, she was trying to make eye contact and he was more interested in a book. But it was a Thomas the Train book & she knows that she can’t compete with a Thomas book. She said his score should be down around 2 or 3.

I will get copies of the report in about a month. I’ll share more then. But for now, his diagnosis stands as speech delay/SPD. She thinks he will qualify for speech therapy and OT through the school district.

Exactly what I wanted. Without the fight. How anti-climatic.

I know this can all change any time & we’re free to go back to the Regional Center to have him re-evaluated. I hope it doesn’t come to that. But we’ll see.

Side note: Noah is being evaluated for ear tubes tomorrow. His right ear is full of fluid from ear infections and his doctor thinks the muffled hearing might be contributing to his speech issues. Fingers crossed for tubes!

Now don’t I have 3 other kids to rave about? More varied posts coming soon. I promise!

Fish… maybe not so yucky?

We started Noah back on Fish Oil this week.

He’s added at least 5 new words, started finishing words instead of only pronouncing the first syllable & said his first full understandable sentence. He’s also starting to repeat words that we say. Something that is key to language development & something he has never done.

That stuff is gold.

We first tried it right after he turned 2 & also noticed an immediate jump in his vocabulary. But we got lazy with it as he kept improving. He was off it for about 3 months. And he stalled again in his language. That’s proof enough for me.

I still can’t bring myself to actually cook fish, but I have a new respect for it.