Staying Sane – SALT for my Squid

Talking in borrowed words

Don’t don’t don’t. Don’t have music playing in the background when you have a speech delayed child is just one more don’t I had to learn. It makes it extra difficult for them to focus on the speech around them; harder to differentiate the separate sounds against the background noise; the wall of noise inhibitingContinue reading “Talking in borrowed words”

I see the past

I see the little boy who would get so angry that he wouldn’t be understood – but I need to blink him away. The real boy is up on stage projecting his voice so that the whole hall can hear him. I see the little boy who would be too shy to socialise – butContinue reading “I see the past “

This week I have done no speech work with my child.

I set myself a target of blogging once a week – but this week I have nothing to say about speech. Speech has been pushed out by her brother’s school play, her parent’s evening at school, volunteering at school, looking after ill kids, visiting ill friends, entertaining guests, pretending to clean, bad lifestyle choices, dealingContinue reading “This week I have done no speech work with my child. “

Here are the photos that didn’t show up in the last post for some reason!

“Mum did you just Instagram the baby’s dinner??”

Well, actually I use YouFood, but yes I did. Social media saturation – epitomised by hipsters photographing their cappuccinos – is widely accused of damaging users mental health. However this social media habit keeps me sane in the Sisyphean task of serving delicious balanced dinners to my children. My children each only willingly eat aContinue reading ““Mum did you just Instagram the baby’s dinner??””

Without the herd

It’s a bit like losing your group on a hike. One moment you’re chatting, singing, occasionally stopping to admire the view. Not really giving much thought to the map. Then you fall behind. The group rounds the bend without you, and you’re on your own. You still have to walk the route. There’s no other wayContinue reading “Without the herd”