This week, Ike sat down and wrote out his Christmas wish list.
AND I COULD READ IT.
It wasn't perfect, but it was a far cry from past writing efforts that I couldn't make heads or tails of, and would even stump him when he tried to remember what he meant by words like LOUUOB or WOEABL.
(Those were "LOVE" and "WORLD." Of course.)
Ike loves loves LOVES his reading program. I'm pretty pleased with it as well, because...look at that! "Dimensions??" Are you kidding me?
(He's asking for a Bumblebee, Pokemon cards, a new Lego Dimensions disc because ours got scratched and doesn't work anymore, and Minecraft Story Mode Season 2. Ezra's list asks for a computer, a diary WITH A LOCK, and "12 pairs of pants.")
Meanwhile, his school STILL has not completed the assessments or made any changes to his IEP. His general education teacher is doing what she can, but it looks like official supports and services won't happen until next semester.
So I'm very glad we're making progress on our own. We went with a newer program called SpellRead, which claims to be able to essentially rewire a dyslexic brain to process language and text using a more efficient path. (Basically a right brain/left brain thing. There's a lot of science and brain scans and the NIH but also PRIZE BOXES FULL OF BEANIE BABIES.) It seems to be really clicking for Ike.
The other day we were in the car and Ike suddenly pointed at a store sign and shouted, "Hey look! That sign says MAX!"
And indeed it did. And it hit me. He's never, ever done that before. He couldn't even read the signs before.
He just needed a little boost.