Bubba has been in speech therapy since he was three and a half years old. When he started pre-school the fall of 2005, I would pick him up twice a week after lunch time and take him to Laurelglen school for 20 minute therapy sessions. Once he started Kindergarten at BV, he started receiving therapy during school time. Last May (2013) we made the decision to put him in private speech therapy, with Miss Margie. It's been almost a year and I can't say enough wonderful things about this lady who absolutely LOVES helping people. She goes above and beyond and always gives 200%. Before Christmas we made the decision to pull Bubba out of speech therapy at school and just have him see Miss Margie twice a week. Bubba was missing class time and would get behind on assignments when he left for speech. We also weren't seeing any benefit for the missed class time.
A few weeks ago we brought Tubbs along to speech with us for the first time, so Miss Margie could do some special exercises. Tubbs was very willing to give up his hour after school, to help Bubba out. Miss Margie probably thinks our family is nutballs because she laughs an awful lots when she hears one of us share one of our interesting family adventures. She asks a lot of questions amongst all of her exercises...so she hears a lot. It's funny to watch her laugh. She says she wants to meet Wiggy next. Haha.
I am just thankful for wonderful people in this world who love doing what they do...especially when people like me reap those benefits.
That Stop Wasn't On My Itinerary....
So the Hogue's made it to Florida for our first official family vacation. It was Sawyer's first plane ride....and Simon's first plane ride that he can remember. We were excited....the boys were stoked. We had everything we needed! But it seems that Sawyer packed something with him that wasn't on our checklist: a big case of pneumonia. Yes, the little fella made it almost one whole day in Florida before he started heading downhill fast. Our 2nd day in Orlando we were in the Urgent Care south of Cocoa Beach. (By the way, to see a doctor more quickly, it helps if you vomit all over the waiting room in front of the receptionist. Little tip for ya) After chest x-rays they advised us to head to the ER in Melbourne, where they eventually admitted him to the hospital. So, we had 3 night deluxe accommadations at the Holmes Regional Medical Center. The little whipper snapper was a trooper though! The nurses loved him, thankfully, and made us all feel right at home. We were going to send postcards out with pictures of the hospital since we spent 40% of our trip there...but they didn't have any. Imagine that!Hmmm.....maybe its something they should consider.
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