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crazy busy today (and really every entry i've written / will write in this three month timeframe should just come with that as a disclaimer) and what i should be doing is completing it all or trying to sleep off this fucking cold, but instead i'm going to cuddle in bed and bask a little bit in the feeling of finally cracking that wall - after eight weeks of therapy - and watching the light go off in a little person's head. it's hard work, and it takes so much time and effort and prep, but knowing that you've finally got it, that you've pinned them down, that you're helping...
that's the best, most awesomest feeling in the world.
the bone-crushing launch-attack tackle-hug and the proclamation that you're "the best speech therapist ever!" is a pretty close second, though.
(never mind that that was pretty much a reaction to the pokemon card bribe. it worked. he's learning to take turns. he's asking questions. he's interacting. take the little victories. this wasn't all for nothing.)
you done good, self. you done good.
that's the best, most awesomest feeling in the world.
the bone-crushing launch-attack tackle-hug and the proclamation that you're "the best speech therapist ever!" is a pretty close second, though.
(never mind that that was pretty much a reaction to the pokemon card bribe. it worked. he's learning to take turns. he's asking questions. he's interacting. take the little victories. this wasn't all for nothing.)
you done good, self. you done good.