I took Frances to a trampoline park on Saturday. We jumped for two hours. I don’t remember the last time I had so much fun, and Frances loved every minute of it.
One of the great things about going to a children’s hospital that treats autism is that Frances is allowed to climb in the reception area. It makes waiting much easier for both of us.
Just before her occupational therapy appointment on Thursday, instead of asking Frances not to do it, her OT said: “That’s okay. Climbing is good.”