October 29, 2009 will be a day to remember!

Yesterday was quite the day for our girls. Not only was it their 3rd birthday, but their first day of school and the day Bree received her new wheelchair.

The morning started off pretty good...everyone was up bright and early and still a little sleepy. Their lunches were packed the night before and their clothes were already picked and laid out. Breakfast went smoothly and by 7:15 everyone was dressed and ready to go. Connor was dropped off at his school before we head just a short drive down the road to the girls new school. We arrived just as all their classmates arrived on the bus and the girls were the first one's to class. We put their bags and lunchboxes in their own cubbies and let them get settled in before heading home. Once we arrived home I came to the realization that I have no kids to unload, no mess to clean up and it was a nice feeling. I spent most of the morning on the phone telling everyone about their morning and after some light cleaning it was time to head back to school to pick everyone up. Ms. Casey, the girls' teacher, filled us in on their day. She made the comment on how the girls were a "handful". That's saying something, from an ESE teacher who's dealt with Special Needs kids for over twenty years. Despite a slight meltdown from Bree the girls had a great first day of school.

Shortly after getting home we received a call from the man who was responsible for delivering Bree's new wheelchair. He was running behind and didn't arrive till after 5pm. By the time he assembled and adjusted everything it was after 8pm and everyone was exhausted. There are still a few pieces that need to be ordered due to them being the wrong size or not arriving, so we'll have to wait before she can use it.

Because of all the excitement of starting school and getting a wheelchair, the birthday was somewhat overshadowed. To think about everything we have been through the past three years only proves to me how strong of a family we really are. We had many scares over that time, not knowing if they'd survive and if they did, what quality of life would they have. To look at them today I finally accepted who they are and no matter what happens they will always be OUR LITTLE ANGELS!