So I was talking to a mom of a newly diagnosed child and she said he has been doing The Listening Program therapy and it seems like it's going well. I think maybe we'll look into it for Anthony. They have providers here, why not? I want to keep trying stuff.
He is crazy. It's 8:25 and he's up in his room, cackling away. He laughs and chatters away, which is great. Then sometimes he gets upset and cries, like before. He cried and I went up and he was naked as a jaybird, which made me glad I went up there! He was sweet, he said "good night" when I said it to him. Well. I said it SEVERAL TIMES and then he said it. But he was sweet and lovey and lately he likes to play with my hair, which is cute.
See? Not it's 8:26 and he's sort of crying. Sheesh. Oh, how I am praying that he likes this new house, that they all do. We have our appraisal here tomorrow and that is the last piece of the puzzle. I suppose it could go badly - they could appraise our house for less than what the people are buying it, and then I don't know what I'd do. I am just hoping and praying that it all goes well - there is no reason that it shouldn't, our house is priced exactly right and it should be fine. Meanwhile I am NOT that into cleaning this house again so some stranger can come in again, but at least this should be it.
Tomorrow is Friday, which is always a fun day - we have home therapy with Anthony and everyone gets to see Amy, which makes everyone happy. Maria waits all week for it to be Friday!