Today is my actual birthday, but last Sunday we went to see Elephant & Piggie: We Are in a Play at the New Victory Theater. That was my birthday celebration. My mom pointed out that they were doing a sensory friendly performance, I saw it was the weekend before my birthday, and that’s what I wanted. No presents.
It was so gray and grim today. But even with the weather, it was a great day! Tuesdays are The Days around here. We already had a lot going on, but since the new year it’s gotten even busier. This is a good part of my view every Tuesday, just out the car window. And not always raining.
Last Monday was Hannah’s first day. Technically the first day was right after Labor Day, but we were in Florida. Her school does a couple of phase-in weeks to start the year, and she’s only 4, so we figured if ever there was a time to take advantage of low crowds for our sensory kid, this was it.
This was such a great school year. A year ago, we were worrying about Hannah keeping up when she moved from the toddler to primary class at her school. We’d been through weeks of evaluations for the public school preschool special needs class. We’d talked to her school’s headmistress, all of her therapists. We knew we wanted her to stay at her current private school, but they don’t have any specific program for kids with speech disorders or developmental delays.
This month was full of birthdays and celebrations and fun. Hannah and I are out in Lancaster county as I type this, checking out trains and horses and fabric and ice cream. We head home tomorrow, and maybe I’m just viewing the month with rosy glasses because I’m having so much fun with my little sidekick. But, March rocked.
If January was all about decluttering, February was all about illness and injury. Meh. But also, birthdays and parties!!
This was the month I found out I probably need knee surgery. We had a quick round of a stomach bug with Hannah. Adam needs to have more dental surgery soon. And I’ve been snowed under by a nasty cold/sinus infection for the past few days. But, I’m getting there! On the mend.
So here’s the thing about November and December: they were kind of the worst.
Hannah spent 2 nights in the hospital the week before Christmas having some tests done. Everything came out clear, but we were still camped out in a hospital room with our little girl. And we may have more tests ahead of us. Nothing life threatening, but still awful. That photo above was when we first checked in, before she was all hooked up to wires.