Rambo's Rampages...

Tomorrow is a kind of big day. We go to see the special ed classroom where Theodore will be attending school *IF he attends school* and watch what some of the class time is like. Then it's off to chat with the principal and to ask any and all questions we might have.  I'm feeling more and more relaxed over this whole school thing. I'm not feeling in desperate need of him going and I'm not worried that he won't. I'm actually feeling pretty darn calm about the whole thing. I would love for him to get out (get AWAY) but I also know that no one knows him and can watch him like me. It will take a lot of trust to get him out, on a bus none the less, and into a classroom for several hours a day. But, oh man, could I use it.  He's fulfilled all the assessments so far: occupational therapy, physical therapy, speech and language, and the general special education one. And, although, there has been no 'official' ruling he has certainly qualified in each.  ...

I mean..... is there anything else to say? He is stinking adorable. A much cuter version of Ralphie, if you ask me, but still the similarities are there. 

You know those days where you feel like you left your brain in bed? Where even the planned things surprise you? Yeah.... it's been one of those days. Actually, if I'm honest it started yesterday. Simple things. Simple stupid things. Like Theodore's incessant coughing throughout the day increasing to the point of constant and you go over in your mind, out loud even, the checklist of things to check and try to help him, and you forget the most basic thing that makes the difference.  Like setting your alarm for 6PM instead of a.m. and waking up with a sudden start 1 minute before you hear your neighbor pulling in the driveway for your morning run. Like knowing and forgetting Theodore had an equipment company worker coming today. Like knowing and forgetting he had a speech therapy appointment directly after that. Like staring in a mirror for 5 minutes at a necklace with a lower case 'a' on it trying to make the 'a' face everyone correctly. And then...

Ruthie just called Theodore "Shark Bait". I don't know why, but it does seem apporopriate.  Life lessons of Finding Nemo...