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Monday: Chickadee stares at Mommy to say, "is this ALL we're doing today?" rolls eyes.

Tuesday: Chickadee uses stander @ school while I go grocery shopping. There were tantrums from both later.

Wednesday: First day of private insurance paid physical therapy. More tantrums and headaches from headaches, bodyaches, and hoping everything works out.

Thursday: Chickadee goes to school while I go to the dentist. Riots to follow. Please be advised.

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  1. AnonymousMarch 10, 2011 at 9:41 AM

    You might want to get new riot shields and the water bazookas up and running. :D

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  2. LaurieMarch 10, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    Riots like in the Middle East? Perhaps they could be peaceful? Nah. How sad that the dentist could be best part of your day.
    Thinking about you.

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  3. Yum YuckyMarch 10, 2011 at 10:50 AM

    You DO have riot gear, don't you? If not, check eBay.

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  4. Tami@NutmegNotebookMarch 10, 2011 at 11:50 AM

    Oh dear get ready for combat!Be sure and wear a helmet!

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  5. NataliaMarch 10, 2011 at 8:03 PM

    Helmet with the shield!

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  6. MizFitMarch 11, 2011 at 6:17 AM

    annnnd still waiting in riot gear :)

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  7. WillpowerMarch 11, 2011 at 11:03 AM

    Thinking of you. HUGS hope the riot subsides fast.

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