tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3804257678562112660.post3901367802202478212..comments2023-08-10T04:26:14.930-06:00Comments on Celebrating All Families: Hello RAD where ya been?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3804257678562112660.post-41227281283310499052007-05-30T07:55:00.000-06:002007-05-30T07:55:00.000-06:00I'm told I did something like that once when I was...I'm told I did something like that once when I was a baby. (Although the way my parents tell it, it was more of a creative artwork expression than an emotional meltdown.) I was probably not too much younger than Lili's developmental age at the time.<BR/><BR/>I've never fostered a child with RAD. But from what little I know about it, it sounds like there are some good signs. She took it out on property rather than living creatures. She let you lay down with her.<BR/><BR/>You must be so exhausted. I wanted to cry this morning just because a lamp fell over and broke when I was particularly sleep-deprived!Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09537772630553572266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3804257678562112660.post-59381187119446602212007-05-29T10:59:00.000-06:002007-05-29T10:59:00.000-06:00I wish I had something constructive to say... thin...I wish I had something constructive to say... thinking of both of you.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08954918065641135178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3804257678562112660.post-21805427909539016742007-05-29T07:28:00.000-06:002007-05-29T07:28:00.000-06:00That is the hardest thing the not knowing.(((hugs)...That is the hardest thing the not knowing.<BR/>(((hugs)))Gawdessnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00890880211424269234noreply@blogger.com