Tough week. I don't know why I feel this way as things were a bit uneventful, a bit even. Maybe too even. Guess my problem is that I want more, more, more! James was on such a roll, chatting and exploring. And he still is! Got to shake this mood off. James actually said 2 (twice) and 3 (once) when counting with dad. At the count of three, Daddy would throw him on the couch! Talk about motivation. James was in a BIG hurry to get to 3!
Of course I'm annoyed at the BOE for not returning my phone calls, especially because the cut-off date for questioning the IEP is Monday. So, we're putting our question in writing and Dad just fed-exed the letter today. A stupid question - about a possible typo - requires a formal letter. Ridiculous.
Another downer: A first-grader we know from therapy was beat up on his SUPERVISED mini-bus yesterday. Probably read about this one in the paper tomorrow. Enough! Promise not to write while blue in the future!
