Thursday we had a celebration for the end of D's in-home therapy. We went bowling with his therapist and case manager and had a lot of fun. And as much as everyone's so proud of how he's done, it is still one more loss for him. He and his cutie little therapist boy wrote letters to each other about what they've learned, fun times they had, what they hope for his future. The letter D got was wonderful and I told him he needs to keep it and read it sometimes when he's feeling down. Two more people that he learned to trust are gone. That's why I wasn't really sure that I would start him with a new therapist now that this is over. He said that he wants to, though. Why? To talk. I can't imagine him talking about anything much, just chattering. So far, I have not gotten the feeling that any of these people know any more than I do. And man, it's a pain to always have appointments. We'll give it a try and see how it goes.
Today, he went for a surprise visit with my sister and her boyfriend. He's going to stay for a couple of nights and I'll go pick him up (about 2 1/2 hours away) after court on Tuesday. He's been kinda crabby the past few days, I think mostly because of therapy ending. Hopefully he won't be to hard to get along with while he's there.
At the church we go to, the kids leave during the service and have a mini sunday school during the sermon. In the summer, different people take turns going out and hanging with them. Today a woman and her teenage daughter were taking care of them I think for the first time. When another mom asked how the kids were for them, they said some of them were good while giving the eye to D and his partner in crime. D giggled a little and whispered to me that he locked them out of the room!!!! Not funny. Ok, kinda funny, but still bad little boy thing to do.
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