Guess what I got to do while Nick had speech therapy this week?!
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I played free handball!
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Handball you ask? Allow me to explain. There's been a pesky bird mating with it's reflection on the very narrow ledge just outside the 2nd story plate glass window of Nick's SLP's office. Every. Single. Day. All. Spring.
Add one very easily distracted five year old with a tendency to perseverate to that bird and you've got a completely non-productive hour of therapy at $350/hr.
So this week, Nick's therapist handed me a handball with a wink as I passed her in the hall on my way to the observation room.
Whenever I heard the bird start pecking and flapping at the window I dashed down the stairs and out the side door to play a quick game of handball then back up the stairs to my observation room. By the end of the session I had myself a nice little workout and a really good laugh.
**Never fear, no birds were harmed. I merely bounced the ball off the brick just below the 2nd story window to scare the bird away. **
Friday, May 22, 2009
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