It's not what you thought

So yesterday I turned 29. It was pretty much a regular day, though a very busy one. If you called me and I didn't call you back, I apologize, but I was running around like an idiot all day long. Ev had preschool in the morning, an OT eval in the afternoon, I had an eye exam, and Mike's uncle and grandpa came down for dinner. I was so wiped out that I was in bed by 8:30. This is further proof that being grown-up isn't nearly the fun I thought it was going to be.

Evan's OT eval went fine. He did horribly, which is what we expected, so no surprises there. Once the therapist gets her report finished, we should be starting therapy--probably by the first week of October. It's funny, how you go along day to day with your child and all is well. Then someone evaluates him, and you find out just how off things really are. Apparently Evan should be able to do buttons and snaps by now! Who knew? His fine motor skills are still behind, and of course there are the ever popular texture aversions. We certainly have our work cut out for us.

29 is shaping up to be a great year already. Nothing but good times ahead.