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Several of us are working on putting together a service for Grandpa. The next few days will be full of phone calls, arrangements, plus rounding out school before breaking for Christmas, therapies, etc. Busy, busy. My brothers and I are already remembering some of the moments of great hilarity we all enjoyed. Sometimes you have to laugh.

Q had the remaining scab from the perforated eardrum sucked out of his ear today. He didn't like that much, but eventually forgave the very nice ENT. He did like having therapy in the pool and playing with his EI teachers. One of the EI teachers is going to live in Frankfurt. Her husband is realizing a life-long dream in a rather specialized service of the U.S. government and their family will enjoy quite an adventure. Q's new EI teacher seems like such a sweetheart.

I think we've managed to survive the first week of the reduced clonazepam dosing. There were several nights/days in which he was going down around 2am, or getting up several times in the night, or not napping at all--which seems to make his sleep issues worse. His tone and attention are better (I think), which is what we were hoping for in eliminating the morning dose. Of course, I'm dog-tired, but I'll be okay. (smiles) At least there seem to be benefits already--he's been really responsive to commands. He kicked in the pool today when his PT asked him to, he grabbed for and released the swing ropes in OT on Monday when asked to, and his overall motor planning and responsiveness seems to be just a few seconds faster. He seems to have noticed these things and is going after all manner of stuff. This would line him up a little more closely with the goals for development of a "typical" toddler his age--mostly getting into trouble. Heh. He works so hard to accomplish what he wants to do. It both thrills a mama's heart and drops it like a stone. How cool, how terribly, impressively cool that he has that drive to do stuff. How stunning it is to realize how much he must struggle to achieve the most basic of goals.

So much for a quick update, huh? Argh. I've got to get to bed. Church and choir practice come early in the morning. Let's wrap up, shall we?

Check out this blog--she's doing the Twenty-five Days of Christmas. Go back and read from the beginning. See what you gather. No doubt everyone has his or her own take. Then come back and comment, if you like.

Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
For all is hushed,
The world is sleeping,
Holy Star its vigil keeping.
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
The night is peaceful all around you,
Close your eyes,
Let sleep surround you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.

Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number,
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.

G'night.

XO