Max doesn't "officially" nap anymore. That's not to say that he doesn't find a way to catch a few zzz's during the day (usually in the car on the way home from blueballoon). On weekends he typically conks out for a few minutes around 4pm. I took this photo during this afternoon's Chicago-Pittsburgh game, which they were both clearly invested in.
Things seem to finally be settling down. This summer was a roller coaster. We increased Max's therapy hours, put him in 2 weeks of music camp, started therapeutic listening, potty trained him, and moved him into the preschool room at daycare. When I add it all up, it suddenly becomes very clear why it was a tough few months. Max's schedule is now set for the Fall. He is in daycare every morning, and spends every weekday afternoon at blueballoon. He also has a session at blueballoon on Saturday mornings. His weekday afternoon sessions start with either Speech Therapy, Music Therapy or Occupational Therapy and are followed by a three hour block of IBI. For the amount of time he spends at the clinic, I feel like he should have his own room with his name on the door. But if ever there was a poster child for early intervention and intensive treatment blocks, Max would be the first in line. When I think back to the child I brought in to be assessed last December, and the child Max has become, the comparison is night and day.
When he started, he didn't have any words. He was unable to deal with the simplest transition without having a meltdown. He didn't respond to his name, wave goodbye, or play games, let alone games that required turn taking. He couldn't tolerate large groups of children. He bolted the moment he got the chance. His eye contact was hit and miss, as was his joint attention. He didn't say "mama".
I'm not saying he's got everything down perfectly, there is a long, long road ahead of us. But what a difference! The things that I love about Max, is that he has always responded to treatment, and he has always made progress (be it in little steps), and he has always started every day with a huge smile. He is smart as a whip, he loves to tease and flirt, and while many children need tangible or edible reinforcers, all Max truly desires is for you to cheer him on. I don't know where our path will lead us, but this journey teaches me something new everyday.