On the very same day we got a new dog, Jason found a wee little frog in the garden.
The kids (who just got a new dog) asked if we could keep it as a pet.
I said no, we just got a new dog. Like literally an hour ago.
The kids (who just got a new dog), said awwww, that's mean. That frog was our best friend.
We had the world's shortest IEP meeting yesterday for Ike's lisping issue. Surprise surprise, he does indeed officially qualify as having a moderate speech impairment and will be getting 30 minutes a week of individual or small group speech therapy, combined with additional support in the general education classroom. He has exactly ONE PAGE of goals (basically all the sounds he can't produce correctly divided into four groups), which -- as mah fellow IEP peeps can testify to -- is goddamn ADORABLE. It's the cutest, tiniest IEP in the world.
(And yet the entire thing is still 25+ pages long printed out. I feel like maybe this is the real education scandal Betsy DeVos should look into: America's freeloading special education students are destroying America's trees!!1!)
Anyway, I am pleased with the recommendations and know Ike's gonna be just fine.
(And now I have to wrap this up because I foolishly paid money to have an elderly-yet-ripped-as-fuck former Marine kick my ass at the Y every Wednesday. Why? Why did I do that? Especially when I have a perfectly pleasant little boy right there who would happily spoon-feed me chocolate ice cream instead? I am so inexplicably stupid sometimes.)