We went to a developmental evaluation the other day. I hate these things, I have avoided them for nearly three years. Cotton is notoriously terrible at these “tests”, and I am notoriously emotional about the whole process.

    I decided to go ahead and do it because this particular team of doctors is known for its’ thoroughness, compassion, and a recorded history of helping with sleep trouble:)

    True to form Cotton did awful! AWFUL he would not even look at the doctors, he turned his body completely around, and hummed loudly every time the woman tried to talk. She asked “does he like to be tickled?” (not sure she wanted to know the answer.) I said “Oh yes”, to which Cotton replied “MOMMY tickle me.” He floated and twirled around the room making noises and running to me saying “oooey” over and over. I told him I don’t know what “oooey” is and he would just laugh. Yup, that bad.

    So, the doctors were great, and addressed my issues (a post for later), and even taught me a thing or two. They decided to focus on his strengths this visit (thanks):P

    Anyway, I was pretty bummed about the whole event. It is a snapshot of how he really is, but not the whole story. It is just so hard to really see how “autistic” your child can be. I was whining about all of this to my husband, when Cotton came up beside us and said “Cameron (friend at therapy)... go therapy.” I said “Not today buddy, tomorrow.”

Cotton replies “Cameron color black.” I drop my fork, well I guess he is black, but I am too stunned, how does he even, where did he.... Oh well, I guess no one really knows what is going on in that kids head! He floated off shouting “OOOOOEEEE,” oh, I said “Wall-E!” He smiled that big smile he gets when I finally get it.