Blessings are flying at us so hard right now, I'm tempted to pinch myself to see if I'm awake. Some I need to keep under my hat right now, some I can share.

My little guy qualified for speech three times a week through the school system.

I was suspicious. I used to work for the public schools and I know at this time of the year, resources are often thin and slots for new kids far between. I figured that the speech therapist would take her time getting our intake done, then put him into speech groups three times a week, groups of course being the least effective method of treating articulation disorders.

I couldn't have been more wrong. Less than six hours after gathering all of the requisite documents to register him for "school" (why can't the county agencies document share?) and filling out a ream of mostly redundant or unnecessary paperwork, the speech therapist called. She's recently dropped two children from groups and can begin to see us immediately. As in tomorrow.

Oh, and he'll be seen individually all three days.