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Thursday was T.'s last day of school. While he was there very briefly (home a little after 11 a.m.), A. and I went to a local playground to have a playdate with my walking partner's kids. We got there a little early, and one of A.'s classmates from the last couple years was there, so they started playing together immediately, which created some awkward. Both A.'s were very welcoming, but R. is a little slow to warm up. That is A-OK for me (I was often the slow to warm up kid, too). R.'s older brother J. was also along for the fun, and my daughter's classmate's older brother was at the playground with a basketball (planning!), so the boys wound up playing a little pickup hoops. I _had_ thought to bring bubbles, so the kids played with those for a bit, too. All in all, a really pleasant time, and I got to chat with my walking partner. I've got my fingers crossed that we can try this again with one of the sitters, so my walking partner and I can sneak out and actually go for a walk while the kids play supervised by a highly trained and credentialed professional (sitter is a special ed aide in the district for her regular gig).

T. has been wanting to see the play therapist lately, which is nice. A. has not minded at all (and last week it worked out really well, since she had other plans anyway). We had a very nice conversation about frustration and anger that T. contributed a lot to, and seemed to get a lot out of.