It's been a while and so I'm going to pack a few updates into one here. 

Let's start with regression.  It stinks.  Dr. Rodgers, Jerry's neurologist, asked for a progress report from Miss Michelle, his speech therapist to see if genetic testing might be warranted.  She suggested maybe there's more to Jerry than Asperger's.  Anyway, though Jerry has made some progress, there is definite concern over some noted regression as well.  So now we are waiting to see if Dr. Rodgers will order the genetic testing.

Now on to Wal Mart meltdowns.  They too, stink the big one!  I only needed about ten things today.  That was all.  Small, short trip.  Do you know how long it takes to shop for only ten things when you have a seven-year-old melting down in every aisle, kicking his shoe off, walking in circles in front of shoppers trying to push their carts by him while doing their best not to stare...at him or his obviously "bad-parenting 101" mother? 

ARRGGHH!  It was not fun!  Then we get out to the parking lot to finally head for home and, while I'm struggling to get a 35 lb. bucket of cat litter in the van, Jerry drops the picture he drew and has been carrying all through the store with him and the wind picks it up and starts to blow it off.  "Ok God, really not funny now."  To the ER attending..."Well, I was trying to catch a piece of paper while juggling 35 lbs. of cat litter."  I did manage to stop the paper...and get the litter in the van...not gracefully I might add!

And why the meltdown you might ask?  These days....why not is a better question.  Actually this one was triggered by a Subway in the store, which reminded Jeremiah that he "might" be hungry.

That brings us to less OT...not because Jerry is doing so well that he's ready for less, but because he only makes it through 1/2 the session anyway before he shuts down and decides he is just plain finished and will no longer cooperate.  Therefore, we are down to 30 mins. twice a week instead of the recommended 60.  Enough said.

Lastly, our new townhome is fabulous.  Our neighbors are fabulous.  Our neighbor's kids are fabulous.  Then there's Jerry.  Bless his heart, try as he may, he just cannot seem to fit in with the kids here...or anywhere for that matter.  While his brothers and sisters have made many, many friends, Jerry just hasn't.  He rode his bike over to me tonight, face long, and asked, "Mom, why does everyone pick on me?"  His view of course, as I am well aware of his ability to "pick" as well.  Still stinks, once again.

On one bright side, school is going well.  He confidently knows 3 of his letters.  Who's idea was it to make the English alphabet 26 letters long anyway?