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Today was the rescheduled IEP seminar held by the Airmen & Family Readiness Center. Tom got the morning off to watch the kids, supervise therapy, and get Mark dressed and on the bus in time.
Before I left, Mark spent the morning weepy and out of sorts, with tired looking eyes. I assumed he'd just been up to shenanigans instead of going promptly to sleep last night.
I came home, all ready to discuss special education law and how it applies to our boys with Tom... to find a red-cheeked little boy breathing heavily with his eyes squeezed shut, slumped on the couch. Two plates of lunch on the table, both untouched. Tom said the school therapist never showed up. (She probably tried to call my cell, but I didn't get any signal in the AFRC.) Mark got slowly more and more unhappy and sickly, so Tom called him in sick to school. He'd tried feeding the boys lunch around 11, but Mark sat in his chair for less than five seconds before saying "All done" and running back to slump on the couch. Considering that Tom made him all his favorites, this is not a good sign. (Jack never eats lunch, unless grilled cheese or french fries are involved, and even then he's fickle.)
He woke about twenty minutes after Tom went back to work. I brought him a juice cup. He started crying fretfully, and got up just long enough to shove the cup onto the coffee table, before running back to slump on the couch.
Poor boy. ;_;
Jack seems fine, aside from presenting me with a truly enormous and heinous stool maybe half an hour after Tom went back to work.
I'm not going to be able to keep up with politics or other topics today. Mark needs cuddles and fluids, even if he doesn't much want the latter. Jack needs cuddles and to be kept from poking Mark curiously when Mark naps. Me? I still need lunch. Yes, I prioritize blogging over lunch. ^_^ I can type bits and snatches of sentences in between reading Sandra Boynton to Jack. I cannot eat lunch very effectively that way. Porbably going to have to play some Backyardigans to get the interval I need.
Before I left, Mark spent the morning weepy and out of sorts, with tired looking eyes. I assumed he'd just been up to shenanigans instead of going promptly to sleep last night.
I came home, all ready to discuss special education law and how it applies to our boys with Tom... to find a red-cheeked little boy breathing heavily with his eyes squeezed shut, slumped on the couch. Two plates of lunch on the table, both untouched. Tom said the school therapist never showed up. (She probably tried to call my cell, but I didn't get any signal in the AFRC.) Mark got slowly more and more unhappy and sickly, so Tom called him in sick to school. He'd tried feeding the boys lunch around 11, but Mark sat in his chair for less than five seconds before saying "All done" and running back to slump on the couch. Considering that Tom made him all his favorites, this is not a good sign. (Jack never eats lunch, unless grilled cheese or french fries are involved, and even then he's fickle.)
He woke about twenty minutes after Tom went back to work. I brought him a juice cup. He started crying fretfully, and got up just long enough to shove the cup onto the coffee table, before running back to slump on the couch.
Poor boy. ;_;
Jack seems fine, aside from presenting me with a truly enormous and heinous stool maybe half an hour after Tom went back to work.
I'm not going to be able to keep up with politics or other topics today. Mark needs cuddles and fluids, even if he doesn't much want the latter. Jack needs cuddles and to be kept from poking Mark curiously when Mark naps. Me? I still need lunch. Yes, I prioritize blogging over lunch. ^_^ I can type bits and snatches of sentences in between reading Sandra Boynton to Jack. I cannot eat lunch very effectively that way. Porbably going to have to play some Backyardigans to get the interval I need.
