A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma

Our little boy is hosed. 

We had a meeting today with a certified dyslexia testing specialist with a lot of fancy alphabet soup letters behind her name, and she had no clue what to make of David. This is the initial interview where they ask a lot of questions and figure, sure, it's likely your kid is dyslexic, or no, not really, go try XYZ. 

He apparently shows a lot of signs of dyslexia, yet fails to have some of the biggies....he's not rabidly into art or visual talents, his spelling talent was above what they expected for his age group (at least when he types), the fact that he taught himself chess and often has huge "quantum leaps" in understanding and skill development left them scratching their heads. I also brought along some of the stories he's written for English and especially Science, and he puts thoughts together too clearly for their liking. His memory is also strikingly good for someone who's dyslexic, so now they don't know what to make of him. They took a lot of writing samples, family history, interview questions and plan to bundle all those up and send them off to some other specialist in California before they talk to us again next week. I'm also getting raised eyebrows when they ask if he's transposing syllables in his speech and I cite the first two major offenders as "emperor" (which he says as em-pi-ter) and "millennium" (which he says as muh-lim-ee-um). I also got raised eyebrows at the Science assignment, "Help David write a story about a droplet of water that turns into a hailstone. Discuss where his hailstone will start and how it will develop layers of ice by going up and down in the cold air. Encourage him to include where it lands when it falls to Earth." Therapist mutters, "I'm not sure *I* could do that." So. We shall see. 

Hey, speaking of weather, David earned his Weather Beltloop for Scouts! Yay! He presented his posterboard on the water cycle, which was the last requirement, yesterday. 

And we have a mass of Arctic air pressing down on us. Lauren comes in from outside tonight and she stomps her little tap shoes and says, "Wooo! It's frigid out there!"

She had her first tap / jazz dance lessons this evening. These were some of her holiday presents. We WERE going to sign her up for the tap / ballet class, but it was all full, so I promised we'd do that one in the Spring when it opened up again. "The music was the best part," she said happily. 

Tomorrow is our only day "off" this week...Monday was a Pack meeting and a school trip to the Magic House, Tuesday was the Den Meeting, today was both Dance and the meeting with the testing counselor. Now Friday and Saturday, it looks like I get the neighbor kids, as the neighbor's boss' father died suddenly this week and they need someone to watch the store while they make the arrangements and such.

And I have two more client things to do this week, too...

Gee, why is this blog always so out of date?