It's not meant to be simple

It seems Kaeden will still have go through with the schools evaluations. I called today and the lady informed me I could withdraw consent but that would mean Kade would have to attend a regular school, instead of one for special needs. I'm so frustrated.
He'll have to endure hour long evaluations for nothing but a label for the school to put on him. Then at the case meeting they'll tell me he's special needs, as though I haven't known that all along.
I could understand this process if Kaeden's disability was questionable. For some children, their disability requires testing because it would be the only way to know if a special needs school would be the best course of action for them.
It's heartbreaking but Kaeden's disability is very obvious. I wish more than anything that I didn't have to put him through this, yet again.
It seems so unfair and honestly, he's been through enough.

I don't think we'll be able to take him to his first round of testings tomorrow because the of the weather. The maintenance crew at our apartment complex hasn't bothered to clear the sidewalks yet. Also the windchills for tomorrow are forecasted to be as low as -20.

Xavier has been unusually calm this morning. He's been content playing with some toys and occasionally watching Oswald with Kaeden.
He brought me my wedding album earlier. It's as though he wanted me to show him the pictures inside. I sat down on the floor and showed him the 2005 version of Mommy and Daddy. I had forgotten that in the back of the photo album I had tucked away the ticket stubs from my first date with my husband.


Exactly one year later from the date on the tickets, we brought Kaeden home from the NICU.

Xavier wasn't interested in my first date with Daddy story. Instead he ran off to play with his kitchen.

It's time to stop reminiscing though. There's a ton of paperwork I have to fill out for the school. Wish me luck as I work my way through the pile!