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CIT--Day Sixteen...or so..

I'm losing track of time. Not surprising really. I'll get back on track when school begins next week I'm sure. Then I'll be looking at calendars all day. Obsessively.

But again...I digress.

I was not allowed to post pictures from yesterday because the laptop and the computer were both in constant use by my children and when they were done with them I was too tired to finish posting things.

So, to finish what I began yesterday.

I didn't get to see much of what they did for therapy because I wasn't with them too long. They started out on the third floor room doing some indoor ball playing with the group.

I watched for a bit then went on to do some work upstairs.

After therapy was over we met up with some dear friends from Wonderland---Marybeth and her daughter Cailie. We've been friends since our girls were babies together and it was good to spend some time together.

They looked at the fish tanks in the cafeteria while we sat and talked.

Cailie is 11 and Ash is 10.

After that we spent some time at the gift shop---because you know we can't spend too much time at that hospital. No, it's just not enough. (Can you tell I was itching to get out of there??)

At any rate....we said our goodbyes.

And on to CIT DAY 16

Today was Lance's birthday and I really really wanted him to come with us to the hospital. Not because I didn't want to be down there alone---which I really didn't want to experience again--but because I'd secretly signed him up for a massage there in the parent resource room. So we got up this morning and showered Ashley. Lance held her casted arm, now covered in a plastic garbage bag, up in the air while I washed and conditioned and scrubbed her. I'd taken my shower first but I should have just held off because when I finished with her I was sopping wet. Again.

At any rate, we got down there to Children's, checked in, dropped Ashley off with her group and we walked out to our car again. As we sat there talking, my cell phone rang. It was the parent resource center saying that there would be no massage therapist there today.


Soooo....we went for a drive. We drove through Laurelhurst---a pretty ritzy part of town and admired things we could never have. Then we went to this delightful bakery on Sandpoint way and got some scones and went over to the old Sand Point Naval Air Station and drove around. We parked near what looked like a garden park and took a walk. It turned out to be the most extraordinary pea patch! We took many pictures (which I'll post later) and had a wonderful time.

Then it was back to the hospital to pick up Ashley. We went to the room where her CIT group was and found them doing some music therapy. Ash wasn't too keen to have us there listening and watching so I took this quick picture and we scooted out.

We went to pick her up later and she was hiding something behind her back.

It was the gift she'd been working on for her Daddy. A tool box! She'd made it and painted it all by herself.

Lance was thrilled. Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

And now it's nearly midnight--I'm bushed. I'll post more about things tomorrow. Like holding a baby squirrel today, and making stuffed zucchini and...and....and...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


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