You've come a long way, baby.

Last week, we were scheduled to have a meeting with some representatives from the school district to determine whether Micah needed to have developmental therapy, occupational therapy, or speech therapy through the school district, now that he's 3 and too old for the infant/toddler program. As you know, he's had occupational and developmental therapy since he was 4 months old.

When I found out we were going to China, I called the lady in charge and told her that the meeting wasn't really necessary, since we were going to be gone for the majority of the school year next year. But she wanted to still have the meeting in case Micah was eligible for when we returned.

So we all met and had our meeting, and it turns out that Micah tested above the levels needed for further therapy! He has, effectually, graduated from therapy! This is fantastic news. It means that he has caught up with his peers. It means that the infant/toddler therapists did a really great job.

When I think of what bad shape he was in when he first entered the program, to where he is now, I'm just astounded. This was him at 4 months old - a skeleton baby:

And here he is now - running, jumping, laughing....

He's huge and tall and just the right weight. I couldn't be happier.