I can't believe I forgot to take pictures of Kean and his new "therapist" today.
Actually, Chelsea is not a therapist but she's getting paid to come work with Kean
above and beyond his therapy-- more time working on walking and speech while Momma
gets some things done.
It is beautiful. She and another - home-from-college-student, Lindsay
will be coming for a few hours a few days a week.
I'll say it again, it is beautiful.
Kean was a bit of a pill tonight at dinner.
He flung his dinner plate across the room--
picture chicken, sauce, peas etc. dripping down the wall, on the furniture and the floor.
Ug.
So, I must admit, I was about as naughty as he.
I let the dog in the house-- I let old Zoe lick up the mess and take care of
the majority of the gunk before breaking out the 409.
I can't say I'm proud of myself for that little stunt.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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