It's a good life Jim and I live with our most excellent boy Charlie, and going in to fight the good fight's all part of it.
As is a fast morning trot through the middle school parking lot to drop off Charlie.
As is a late afternoon bike ride (fast-paced, too).
As is Vietnamese food for dinner. Charlie had asked for spring rolls since Wednesday afternoon. I suspect having to wait to get them on Thursday evening made them taste deelish.
All good preparation for an IEP meeting, no?
Thanks, friends, for all your kind wishes!
We know you're there with us in the room the IEP meeting is in (the office of one of the Supervisors of Special Services in our town) on Friday morning.
We know you're with us.