So, that's my #1 and #2.
Remember how I wished aloud for a wagon in which to haul my kidlets to and from the park? I put a notice out on our listserv and had one within 24 hours. It needed a good hosing, but then it was ready to go. I had Christine and her mommy exercises in mind as I planted my feet firmly and absorbed the force of the wagon as we headed downhill and as I dragged my heavy load back up.
Believe it or not, I am thankful for dandelions. My kids have not yet learned the disdain with which most of the world views these flowers, and since they are plentiful, I receive several on every outdoor adventure with the request (from Maggie) to put them in my hair or in a vase if we are on our way home. (Thanks to my mama for foreseeing my need for tiny vases years ago.) And Leo is really making more of an effort to communicate (other than impatient screams) and says /f/ every time he gives me a flower. Sweet boy.
|Sweet, even if they don't last.|
What's on my mind more than anything else this weekend is Maggie's Annual Review on Monday, in which we will decide her placement for next school year. We've bitten the bullet to hired a prominent psychologist familiar with Maggie's profile to attend with us and interpret her neuropsychological evaluation and why she is, as he puts it, "a complex case." He'll also help us advocate for academic goals to be added her IEP. Brian and I spent an hour and a half on the phone with him this week, and afterwards, I felt marginally more optimistic about options and wholly assured that the money we will pay for her attendance will be well spent. He's well-known and respected in the community and has boatloads of experience with these meetings. Plus, he's not at all combative and believes (as we do) that establishing a positive relationship between the school and family will yield the best results.
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Amycake and the Dude, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal, I Want Backsies, Mother of Imperfection, Rewritten, Thankful Me, The Wakefield Doctrine