Loves Preschool

September 03, 2008

Loves Preschool

Waverly loves going to school. Even though she can't tell me, when I told her that we were going to get ready for preschool, she started "happy screaming" and ran over to her backpack. She went right to her teacher and marched off to her class. I was so proud of her.

Tomorrow we are going to take both kids to Children's to meet our new specialist. I am excited to get further details on Sanfilippo and have some of my questions answered. Plus, we have a lot of additional specialists we need to see. There is so much to be on top off.

Comments

Jen said…

I'm so excited that she likes school! That has to take a little stress off you.

September 3, 2008 at 11:02 PM

kristi_temple said…

That is so great that she is enjoying school. I will be sending those blankets your way in the morning.
God Bless,
Kristi

September 3, 2008 at 11:26 PM

Mystic Thistle said…

Oh, it's wonderful she likes school! I'm really glad. Hope the time with the specialists is helpful.

September 4, 2008 at 6:46 AM

Jeri said…

You are very strong and you have Gods strength just as the Palin's do with their child.

September 4, 2008 at 1:01 PM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

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