Well, today Sebastian didn't kick his sister in the face again, so we went to see Coraline. What I got to see of it is good, but not as good as the book of course. Gaiman is just a weird enough author for me. Sage and I spent the second half of the movie meandering the halls and going to the bathroom because she said she needed to but really didn't. The magic of two-year-olds. I would've just stayed in my seat, but people in the back of the theater kept shushing and making more noise than Sage was herself. No one else seemed bothered by her.
I have decided to go to school to be an X-ray tech. I feel better having more of a plan than before. School will take two years, so basically by the time Sage is ready for kindergarten all will be well. Hopefully. I just don't know if kindergarten will be ready for her. Even if we move back to WV my salary will still be decent. I'd love to do sonograms as well, but would dread finding that something might be wrong with someone's baby.
After several years of debating whether or not to be a teacher, Cathy's broken nose decided for me. I really don't want my arms to be used for chew toys either. It doesn't matter whether kids are special needs or not, what it boils down to is stable discipline from all sides. When everyone caters to you at home you expect it everywhere, right? Not autism logic, just plain ol' spoiled brat logic. Having worked with autistic kids myself I know how intelligent they can be. And cunning. Don't tell me that they don't know what they're doing.
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