By Leslie Lindsay I know, I know I am late with my usual “Apraxia Monday” blog and here’s why:  it’s conference time around here …which really means the kiddos are home from school, thus decreasing my writing time.  But I have some good news and bad news:  the conferences went off without a hitch.  With one tiny little exception.  (image source: http://www.huntsville-isd.org/cms/One.aspx?portalId=2997834&pageId=10156746) This time. Let me just back-track a bit to one of the very first parent-teacher conferences we ever attended.  It was near Thanksgiving of that year.  My husband and I were all set for our annual trip to St. Louis where we spend the holiday of thanks.  The minivan was packed, the kids ready.  One last stop:  Miss Lisa’s classroom for conferences.    At the time Kate was 3 1/2 years old. She was in the school district preschool for “severe apraxia.” She had only a handful of words in her vocabulary, and some of those weren’t really words at all…more like sounds and approximations in conjuction with a gesture that we knew meant *something.* We walked into the …