It'll pass. In the meantime, since I can't be bothered with a cohesive post (when can I ever?), I thought I'd clean up a few unfinished tales.
Remember when The Boy's school recommended speech therapy? Because Mr. Chatterbox's R's and Th's were mushy? And this recommendation came around the same time that I was fretting that The Girl hadn't yet said "Mom"? [6 month update: Nope. Still hasn't]. It was really more funny than anything else because The Boy is a talker - last night he asked me what the "requirements" for something were while spinning some wild plans to build a robot. He's 6 (at least for another month).
We nonetheless rolled into an IEP evaluation and after the comprehensive physical/social/cognitive/
*Totally joking. I wouldn't know a passive subjunctive adverb if it bit me.
PS. Dear Blogger - Your update sucks.
PPS. Dear Readers - I cannot fix the line breaks or upload a cute video I had. If this shows up 30x in your Reader because of my efforts to fix said line breaks, my apologies.