jordanyosh
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You're in the home stretch!!!!!!!!!!!
You'll get through it....I apologize for the male population....
You'll get through it....I apologize for the male population....
Their recital is in May but she will miss the next two weeks of class so I'm a wee bit worried about what she's going to do up on that stage. 



Have a blast!

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Liz said, "oh no, I forgot Phoebe's shirt and the buttons" so tomorrow morning on her way to work, Liz will be putting some buttons and a shirt in our mailbox.
I guess he's thinking about my past zealous involvement in adoption support and advocacy (which he complained about ALL THE TIME) or maybe my more recent attempt to gather the strength and numbers of special needs parents in our small town, so as to make a difference in things like the lack of medical or specialty services here, or the hideously defunct special ed. dept. of the biggest school district. Liz said she's get me the local chapter head's email and encouraged us to get involved because we can choose how many families to work with, and when to not work at all. There is too much in my brain right now to process whether or not I even want to pursue my husband's gracious offering of my time (at least anytime soon) but I thought it was ironic and mildly humorous.
Everything else was important, but not new because of what I have learned here on the DIS; stuff like a GKTW greater will be waiting for us at the Orlando airport... Liz verified that Phoebe's wheelchair comes apart and I assured her it did. We should have plenty of room in a limo! I have to admit that I was happy to hear that. It just feels like we will have no worries right from the minute we leave our doorstep. 
In no time at all she was in Christina's lap meowing in her face.
She left the room to go watch tv for a bit and then she'd return to get some more attention. One time she came back with a comb and proceeded to fuzz out her whole head of hair in front of us. Another time she was walking up to the table and she saw the money in the middle and exclaimed "DOLLARS!". She wanted to hold some of it so I let her and while we were laughing at that and then talking again, she proceeded to fold the small stack she had in half and started looking for a place in her waistband to put it.

What a diva!