Mom, there's a strange-colored liquid in my cup. Orange juice, you say? Delicious!!
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Next week, Ella starts full-time preschool. We've been working on this since the beginning of the year, but getting all the approvals and evaluation takes some time. The timing actually works out quite nicely because she has just (essentially) weaned from breastmilk, so now I don't have to pump all the time while she's gone. The program will integrate physical and speech therapy into her daily schedule. I couldn't be more excited to see how it benefits her. She will be getting 150 minutes a week of physical therapy (30 more minutes than currently) and 120 minutes of speech--which she's never had before. I've said for a while now that I think she has some speech delays (especially because of feeding issues, though she has been conquering them on her own in the last few weeks); I'm happy to see that she is going to get some help with this earlier than later. Her TEFRA medicaid (for chronic illnesses) covers transportation to the school, so it's really a great situation all around. The only negative is how much I will miss her. She has been my nearly constant day time companion since she was born. And we have a really good time together, especially lately. I'll be sad, and I'll probably cry the first day, but soon I know I'll be celebrating all her accomplishments and I will have the confirmation I need to know that it will all be worth it. ♦
