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Happy to report that Sawyer's top tooth came in today with absolutely no fussing. The kid is amazing. The other should follow anytime now. It is gleaming white and shiny and tight against his little gums. I swear this boy is the cutest kid alive.

Ellie was an angel today, lots of happy noises and kisses. I love those. We had an at home visit with her teacher, which was lovely, and then drove out to Salinas for an assessment by a Dr. for the regional center. They have to do their own diagnosis and guess what???? Ellyn is autistic. I know, you are as surprised as I am.

Jane's day was not so great. Whatever you do, don't mention a missing flute or my broken camera. Also, say little prayers that involve something like "please bless that Jane's flute will still be on the bus tomorrow and that Brooke's wonderful camera that she loves will dry out after having Gatorade seep into all of its crevices from a bottle that Jane failed to close correctly and left in the center console ." Just something along that line would be fabulous. Mike, if you are reading this don't panic. I'm sure it will all work out. I made Jane say our family prayers and include the above mentioned issues and I'm pretty sure that since she is such a good girl her prayer will be heard and answered in a happy ending sort of way.

Sadie read me a story about a mouse running away from its family while we were driving to Y.W. tonight. She used the very best, most dramatic voices. Then at the end she asked me if I was crying. She told me that she told her teacher that she was sure I was going to cry. I told her that I was tearing up just thinking if that little mouse was my Sadie. She assured me that she will never run away and that in fact, Daddy and I have to buy a big house like Grandma Bennett's and Pa's because she and her husband are going to live with us forever. I'm holding her to it. I'm sure her husband will be thrilled.

I think that covers it. I had a great day until the camera fiasco. My dear cousin Jess had luck with her camera drying out and so I am hopeful. My house is clean and beautiful and that makes me feel so at peace. Could it really be possible that I can consistently have a clean house again? A little scary. Last time I was keeping the house clean I decided it was time to have another baby. Since that sure isn't going to happen I may just be able to enter the reasonably clean and straightened house phase of life. I don't really remember what that feels like. Somebody pinch me.

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