Worst Part of the Day - The speech rules keep on coming. Now Wes and I have to sit in a small, kid unfriendly waiting room and wait for Quinn (or we can stay in our car). Plus we have to be quiet as there are just flimsy dividers keeping us from the actual speech therapy. The upside is that Wes' preschool teacher is there waiting with her 2 year old daughter so we can commiserate (and try to keep the kiddos from tearing up the place) together.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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