October 8, 2008 by Marj Hatzell
Not really. It’s IEP day. Today is the day we sit down with all of Bugaboo’s therapists and teachers and other interested individuals and decide on his future. In other words, it’s the day the “team” sits down together. As in, ten professionals against two parents. Luckily, one of those parents USED TO BE on the other side of the table, so it ain’t so intimidating. And since Bugaboo is doing a “transition year” this year, in lieu of going on to Kindy, we have tons of stuff to hash out.
Bugaboo is now under the care of the School District, even though he is still in the preschool placement. This means the District pays for him. The preschool program is stingy. The SD is not. I just have to walk in there and say, “HE SHOULD BE WITH HIS PEERS AND HE IS NOT! HE NEEDS ______.” and I am hoping they will agree. And if they don’t I’ll get my Momma Bear claws out and maul them all. THE END.
No. Not really, but I’ll be fighting tooth and nail for this little boy. EVEN IF HE DID WAKE UP AT FOUR IN THE MORNING BECAUSE HE WANTED CRACKERS. I still like him EVEN IF HE DID SPILL A WHOLE BOTTLE OF LAVENDER DISH SOAP ON THE COUCH AND FLOOR LAST NIGHT.