Yesterday’s IEP meeting went very well, and I was going to tell you all about it during quiet time today, but there WAS no quiet time. Because we went out this morning, and Wonderboy threw up in the van on the way home. And Rose got a bad splinter stuck in her palm. And I’m still doing laundry to clean up from the massive nosebleed my poor boy incurred yesterday when he face-planted on concrete as we left the aforementioned IEP meeting. Also, he has diarrhea.
But I did learn some interesting things, and I’m happy with the outcome of the meeting, and I’ll try to write about it this weekend. When, you know, Scott is home to help clean up the bodily fluids my children cannot seem to keep inside their sweet little bodies.
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