It's been a while since I've posted which is both a good thing and a bad thing. A good thing that not too much has happened, and a bad thing that not too much has happened. Sometimes you get lost in the instant gratification and forget to look at the big picture. But we just keep plugging along and things will fall into place.
One of my dear friends, who's blog I follow, recently decided to discontinue writing. I'm going to miss reading her stories, but it also tells me that life moves on. Wounds heal and new hope is found. Of course there will always be difficult times, but I am trying to move forward and do what's best for Miller.
Miller started public preschool a few weeks ago and things are going good. He's making wonderful progress in his 2 classes and I couldn't ask for anything more.
I can't believe it's been a year since that fateful doctor's checkup. Miller has come so far; just last night he was whining for something, which is not uncommon nor descriptive, so on a whim I found pictures of both his sippy cup and his favorite meal: macaroni and cheese. When I showed him the two pictures, he immediately pointed to the sippy cup. His communication has improved greatly. Miller has learned to adapt and communicate in his own way. He's not just letting the world go by and that's a great sign for me. He wants to learn, but in his own Miller way.
