In the Eye of the Beholder

Well, I am not sure everyone can see it the way Ray and I can.  I mean when the boys are running full steam through the sanctuary towards a handful of good souls with canes and walkers, not so ready for children to duck under their feet, it might be hard to see.  It also might be hard to see when we're in Mac & Bob's and the boys through a screaming fit because a marker was taken away after a deliberate mark was made on the table or on someone's skin . . . 

Still, we, by George, are making progress.

For anyone who was at the birthday party, you know that Danny has real real real trouble with other people in the house that are not family.  He has real real real trouble with other kids wanting to touch HIS stuff, HIS dog, HIS room, HIS house.  Thank goodness most folks don't speak Spanish, though I'm sure the scowl are indicative enough of the sentiment when he grumbles: I don't want these people here.

But on Tuesday, we had dear friends and neighbors come over to play and Danny did NOT throw a fit.  

Mateo no longer has gigantic uncontrollable fits.  He can get a grip in about a minute.  And pouting normally lasts about five minutes.  

There are no long monsoons during bathtime, and I can even walk away and let the boys play without coming back to a soaking room!

The boys are soaking English up faster and faster and instead of a new work every day or so, it's three or four new words.

It's progress.

Real progress.

Nothing is perfect here and if you catch us off guard, you might find spilled milk all over the table, trash on the floor from a dog who needs more attention, screaming or squealing -- but for less than three months, we're moving in the right direction.  :)