So let's begin by acknowledging how bad I am at keeping up with this blog. Okay. Moving on.
This week, Quentin started in-home therapy. The therapist is here about 25 hours per week until his school opens back up (whenever that will be--THANKS COVID) and then he'll be there for 20 of those hours.
The therapy is called Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA), and definitely has some controversy surrounding it. Brian and I had been reading accounts from autistic teens and adults and some of them sounded straight up abusive. After sharing our concerns with the lead clinician at his school and talking it over with her, we feel comfortable with Q participating in ABA.
Now, that may change in the future if we decide it isn't right for him anymore. However, for now, he is loving therapy! I am home the entire time and am happy with what I see. This is what ABA therapy looks like for Quentin:
It feels like Q is learning new words every day! The latest is "doctor," or as he says it, "docdoc." He also says "woooowwww" very emphatically and very often. My little Owen Wilson.
As always, Quentin is extremely tall and handsome and such a happy little dude. We are so lucky to be his parents!
I started a class at the community college this week to see if I can handle being in school while also being a parent. Eventually I'm interested in getting a Masters of Legal Studies but we will see how things go. I may crash and burn at the end of this 8-week class and break all my highlighters in half. Who knows!
Brian takes his CFP exam soon and is doing really well on his practice tests. I'm so proud of that guy. He continues to work full-time and is in the office every few weeks, but primarily is working from home. We are very fortunate that his job has not really been effected by all of the closures.
I also learned this week that Brian does not know the "Five Little Monkeys" song. Who have I married?
Quentin turns two soon. The last binky has bit the dust. He's basically a teenager now. I'M NOT OKAY, Y'ALL. I don't recall agreeing to this?? The cliche is all too true...they grow up so fast.
Anyway, we're doing pretty good down here. This summer has been hot as shit but luckily it's ending soon (I hope). We can't wait to get outside with Quentin again! He loves the outdoors but also does not do well in 115 degree weather and frankly, neither do I.
We miss everyone in Washington and can't wait to fly up once it's safe to do so!
Love,
Katy, Brian, Quentin, Felix, Steve, Purrl, Charlie, and all 8,000 of the feral cats in our backyard.







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And you are going to do great at school. Our egos love to throw chatter to keep things the same (same = sage to ego), even if that’s not what’s best for us. And if you decide it’s more than you want right now, that’s great too. But I know you can do it. You’re a power house.
Love you guys.