Rambo's Rampages...

Many apologies for neglecting this blog and those of you who are dependent upon it to keep up with Theodore.  Things have been going along swimmingly. He's been enjoying school to the utmost. He is continuing to learn new signs, as are we. He can now sign 'please' and does so a lot. :) Some of the phrases he does via sign are: "out please" and "more music" (and he'll either touch his head for head and shoulders or go round and round with his hands for wheels on the bus). The signs we use regularly are mom, dad, brother, sister, eat, please, out, music, more, all done, I love you, play, thank you, good, good morning, NO- (haha, but seriously), grandma, grandpa, bye bye, goodnight, sleep, bath, school, bus, hurt, baby etc. And we just started the word family. He can't sign all of those but he is recognizing some of them.  He has finished a few projects at school that has him using crayons and glue. Each day he comes home his nurse tells me abo...

Okay, it's a blurry picture. But it being any clearer wouldn't have mattered.  That's our hallway. In all it's glory.  Or, as I like to call it:  Disaster zone. Another reason to hate my house. Bursting at the seams. A hot mess.     There is literally no way to make it any better. The only thing that helps is as we use these supplies throughout the month. Then, finally, it gets to the point where I don't want to shoot myself in the face.... just in time to need to reorder it all. ^ That is his monthly order of supplies. Not including his 5 cases of formula.  And that's not everything. Thank God Theodore is not using the vent on a regular basis now, because that was at least another 2 large boxes filled with stuff.  I'm really not complaining. Okay, maybe a little. But not really complaining. It's not that  big of a deal. It only matters when I look at it...... I'm sure someone much more orga...