Apparently, speech therapy went terribly today.  Sobbing the whole time.  Wouldn’t read any of her books or play with any of her toys that Bill brought with her.  It was so bad that the therapist suggested home visits, which isn’t something they do normally.  I guess she is going to see about getting it cleared with the head therapist.  I am not sure if that defeats part of the purpose of therapy though (getting her to express herself while we are out of the house and with people other than family).  But maybe I should just be glad they would accommodate her?  All I know for sure is that I feel like I am failing at this whole thing.  I really need a handbook here.