I talked to my dad this morning about coming down for the weekend. He was excited. I spoke to Mike about it and he said 'no'. That it would do more harm than good. He said he's had too much free time lately - 'give an inch, I want two' were his exact words. I think I might still go. I think that I need a break. I don't want to have another weekend like this last one. We would only miss one speech therapy session on Monday. Mike did send me an email saying that he loves me and he feels like his head is going to explode constantly, but he'll 'try to hold it in' better because the kids don't deserve this. And he's sorry for being a jerk. He made an appt with the therapist for this week and next. I hope it helps. I don't think that once every two weeks is enough for him. Oh well...

Speech therapy went okay, I guess. I stayed in the waiting room and forced Spencer to go back with Miss Jen without me for the first time. He was fine about 3 seconds later :oP. She said he did okay, was reverting to signs a little bit for some reason. They were behind today, so we didn't have much time to talk. She said we'll modify his goals on Thursday. When we got home, I had to tell him like 6 times to pick up a bottle, then again to go in the house. It was chilly and I had Rachel so I wanted to get her inside and he was dilly dallying. I got really mad and if I hadn't been holding Rachel would probably had swatted him. Is it okay to swat him a few minutes later?? Would he understand?? He tried to throw a tantrum halfway into the doorway. Ugghh!!! I've been to lenient letting him wait until I say something 10 times to do it. Enough of that. He understands what I'm saying, it's time to step it up a bit.