But, hey. He got an award--for classroom improvement!--and he went up and took it, high-fiving the (male) teacher (who I want him to have for fourth grade) who handed it to him. Last year, he refused to even go up and get the award in the first place. Baby steps, right?
Besides. Makes for an adorable, postable-on-my-blog-since-you-can't-see-his-face photo, so it's a win-win, methinks.
(And I know I haven't actually written about his diagnosis--PDD, to be specific--nor about the first part of his IEP, which was held earlier this week. It's just overwhelming. Not the diagnosis or the IEP per se, but life right now. And sifting through everything to get to the relevant information takes energy I just do not seem to have. I'll try. Soon. I will try.)
Edited to add following photo, of N before the award, surrounded by classmates, jacket over his head, and hat over it. Sorta makes me want to cry. But if there's anything that tells you things still aren't quite right in his world...