"The Ants Go..."

Woke up with a migraine, took some meds, tried to sleep, hung out by the toilet just in case, tried to rest, thoughts of "does Steve know where the goodbye letters are I typed years ago before I went on a cruise with my mom" swirled in my throbbing head. Many, many, many prayers later, my migraine was gone.

Adrienne (one of numerous people who come to my house for one reason or another to "help" Baby) performed another assessment on the little guy. Where he scored 20 last time, he scored 55. Where he scored 0, he received a 25...he rocks!!!

Years ago when we knew Shelby would need a powerchair, Steve and I debated the pros and cons of minivan vs. full size van. We opted for a full size van w/a lift and a raised roof. Today is the perfect example of why we needed such a vehicle: Shelby had an appointment to get some of her equipment modified/fixed/adapted, etc. She was in her power chair, her manual chair was next to her, her potty chair was in two large pieces on the back bench seat and baby was in the front with me (yes, very naughty - I know).  It was a VERY full van. So, we arrived at the appt, and I unloaded everything/everyone and put Baby in the front pack. Shelby drove her powerchair and I pushed the manual chair w/Baby's diaper bag and pulled her potty chair and you could've heard the song about the ants go marching one by one...yeah - we were a sight to see. It was funny to hear people in the therapy area's comments and then it dawned on them, "How in the world did you fit all that in your van?!"

Shelby did really, really well at the long visit and the Baby did phenomenal. So, as a reward, we went to the DQ drive thru. When we were about to pay, we saw a person who appeared homeless. I was already thinking of what I was going to say at the window to the employee waiting to take my money when Shelby piped in, "Mom, we HAVE to do something!!"  Long story short, the teenager had a full tummy shortly after we left. :)