Hopesy had first day of school Wednesday. It was really an orientation more than school day but we got to see her therapists, which was nice (we haven't seen them since June). We were only there an hour and Hope spent a good half of that rubbing her head, trying to get her bow out. Apparently bows are so last year. I tried to tuck it way on the back on her head, in the middle, so she couldn't get it with either hand but she on was on to my tricks. I didn't even attempt to put her hearing aids in.
We don't have her schedule yet but like last year, Hope will have two hours of therapy a week. That isn't much time to jam physical, occupational and speech therapy every week but it is what it is. Next year, she'll be in pre-school five days a week so I should enjoy this two day a week stuff while it lasts. My heart starts to palpitate just THINKING about plopping my 18-pound three-year-old on school bus next year. As Joel would say, those are worries for another day.
Gotta run! We're off to get a flu shot.