First day of fall.

When you don't know what to talk about, try the weather. Gorgeous day today, a strong breeze and sunshine. Our family took our usual after dinner stroll thru the neighborhood, nice.

Joe and I actually went out last Saturday night, I wore make-up and everything! Here's the proof:

We were home by 10:30 though. We attended a benefit concert for a respite center for parents of terminally ill children and parents that have lost a child. See link: Faith's Lodge

It's a sad and scary topic, but we were glad to contribute to it, Soul Asylum played. TOO LOUD!

How's Dermot doing? His seizures have come back a bit. Not as much as before. The doctor warned us that there may be a "honeymoon" period when the seizures disappear, then they return. We're going to work with the dietitian to change the ratio of fat vs. carb/protein to see if that will help. Cross your fingers for us!

We also just hired a part-time nanny today! Hooray! Her name in Rachel and she'll be working with us Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. She'll start next week. She's a student at the U of M and has a lot of previous nanny experience. She did admit that she doesn't have any experience with special needs children, but told us she's ready and eager to learn. And teach her we shall. She'll be here for Dermot's OT and PT appointments. I'm so relieved we found someone we like. It will make our lives a ton less stressful.

Owen is doing great at his new class, he talks about all of the new friends he's meeting there, him and two of his friends even got in trouble for writing all over his face with a marker last week. Funny.

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