What's worse than finding a worm in your apple?

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You all know the answer to that one - it's "finding half of a worm". Rachel thinks that ladybugs are edible, so we've had to scrape some sad-looking ladybug remains out of her mouth.

Since last time, we've graduated from the first year of playschool (we're no longer a "young three") and Daniel was voted most likely to succeed. Well - sort of - the actual commendation thanked him for being social, but Sue pointed out that she really meant "most likely to succeed" - Daniel made quite an impression on his class. At the lunches we got to hear "Oh, that's Daniel - I've heard a lot about him", while with us Daniel took the approach that "what happens at playschool, stays at playschool".

Daniel and Anida took another ride in an ambulance and got to test the overnight facilities at Children's hospital after D had another seizure yesterday. Everyone is home now. Reducing it down to a one-line statement might somehow give the impression that this is not a big deal, or that we're used to this by now. We're not. It's an absolutely heart-stoppingly terrifying experience each time.

"I can't imagine" is the most common response we get, and here's hoping that none of you will ever have to do more than imagine the sequence of wondering if your child will survive, then whether they'll be OK, then whether these seizures will stop happening. I think I'll leave it at that - it's scary.

We'll be back soon, hopefully with some fun updates. There should be a fun trip in the near future, and summer is here already - that's bound to bring some fun times. Oh, and more Rachel-coverage, she got sort of neglected in this post and is definitely developing a personality.

Love, D.A.R.E.