On the road . . . .

13 hours in the car. Julia, in her cozy clothes with very messy hair, watched 4 kid movies, played with her littlest pets, listened to lots of music and insisted that her parents sing songs they didn't know. David and I took turns driving and napping ( No one slept well last night). And singing, of course. Ready to crash for the night and see our dear almost college graduate who is spending an entire week partying tomorrow.

Two complaints from the road --

Why can't they clean the rest rooms when they are charging us 4 dollars a gallon for gas? And don't tell me that one has nothing to do with the other.

Food choices along Route 80 are pretty slim -- McD's, McD's, or McD's. We found a Perkins Pancake house for supper and felt like we had entered gormet heaven.

As the hostess seated us, she tried to engage Julia in conversation. Julia introduced herself, and then said, "This is my Daddy, and this is my Mommy." She was very proud of herself for doing this. She is having a hard time talking again -- more and intense suttering. Not so much repetitions but hard blocks. This phase usually is short lived and ushers in some new development. I am poised to see what she will do.

Julia was much more attentive during OT this week. Thank goodness. At the very end she rode a big trike. She still has trouble peddling -- and now that I know that her calf muscles are weak, it does make sense -- but she told Annie that she wanted to ride a bike. So passionately. More summer work.