Despite his cold, Charlie insisted on a neighborhood bike ride, as if to be totally assured that Jim is indeed home (and not in Boston). The ride got off to a slow start and then proceeded pleasantly, with singing and banter.
Despite my coughing, the conference with Charlie's teacher, aides, behaviorist and speech therapist was productive, informative and easy-going. Charlie likes being there and is liked; his new speech therapist was his classroom aide when he started school in our town back in 2003 and, afterwards, his home speech/ABA therapist and sitter, for some years. I said, we could only wish there would be a BAC for kids after they turn 21.
It is sort of incredible how settled and at home Charlie is now in school, after an odyssey through many schools and towns.
Charlie was asleep when I came home. He woke around 9pm and said he wanted a walk but with his sniffles and the cold and wet outside, we suggested that we do that tomorrow and, after sitting and then standing, he went back to bed and to sleep.