Wednesday, November 12

Tomorrow is another big day.  Spencer's psychology evaluation.  He's doing great actually.  I won't lie and say that I'm not a bundle of anxiety and my back muscles aren't knotted so tightly they hurt even after 800mg of ibuprofen.  I am and they are.  As usual, I just want it over with.

He's been doing fantastic actually.  When he woke from his nap today, I was in the basement and I came up to find him quietly asking Danger (one of our dogs) "where mommy?".  I was almost in tears earlier because he was trying to ask me something, but I didn't understand and I felt like I was letting him down by not figuring it out.  I did eventually figure it out, though, he wanted to go feed the ducks.  He said hi to Mike voluntarily when Mike came home, and even said Daddy to get Mike's attention so they could pass a ball back and forth a couple of times.  He sat at dinner even though he wasn't hungry, he just sat with us while we ate and there was no tantrum.  He did hit Rachel repeatedly earlier when he didn't think I was looking.  But the shocked "Oooooh ssssshhhhhiiiiitttttt" look on his face when he realized I was watching was priceless.

Rachel's doing really well too.  I think she's going to be ready to potty train soon.  Probably before her brother lol.  

It's bath time, I gotta run...