You know how when you've been away from home for a long time and you start the journey back, there's a little bit of excitement, but then when you know your five minutes away you get this real anxious quivery feeling and can't seem to get there fast enough?
Well, I have that feeling this month. The 14th will mark a year since PRT, and my life (which seems to have been paused) will resume. I have this giddy feeling in my stomach...like let's end this already!
Elijah's made some progress. He's able to pay attention now, and he really tries to talk. He has said: bubbles, bounce, pep(for pepermint), and others that I fail to remember at the moment. the words he says consistently: Hi, Poop(LOL), milk, awter(for water), and mom.
The whole point of this blog entry is this: PRT IS ENDING!
~on another note, prt means Elijah will start school.
