A week in Corsica.

This is the life. A week in the sun with my mum and dad and big brother.

Eating with an audience.

We went to see a speech therapist today. Not really a speech one, as such, but one who works with the technical part of the matter. They wanted to see if Abbe had problems with his mouth motorics, if he chews and swallows properly and such.

We’d brought different types of food for him to eat while they watched. Felt a bit awkward, to say the least. The next step is for him to eat food containing contrast fluid sitting in an x-ray machine. As if this wasn’t weird enough.