Flush it away!

Have I told how crazy the girl's been lately? Screaming, kicking, slamming of doors...you name it, it's been happening here.

It started badly when were were watching some video of T's colicky crying days from ever so long ago, and the four year old T began crying, too. No, I don't have a social story for that one, but I guess one will be in the wings soon. But until then, that video's out. Soon after this episode T ran outside to play and then somehow ripped some skin from her finger...

As you parents of spectrum kids know, most of our kids would promise to sit motionless (no stimming allowed!) in Grand Central Station at rush hour than perform the simple act of showing a boo-boo to Mommy. Oh yes, we had the screaming terrors which only escalated when I tried too see said boo-boo. And a band-aid wouldn't do. We had to have painter's tape wrapped around the thing because it was obviously an '11' on a 1-10 Likert scale of trauma. So I taped her hand, and gave her tissues, and re-taped her hand, and washed her face with a washcloth...and about an hour later we were both a little more sane. I still don't know what the supposedly horrific gash looks like.

The rest of the day wasn't much better...until the BMs. Yes, the BMs. Two giant poops and a night's sleep later, she was a reformed child. Mostly.

Tomorrow: T's first 'story'. Hurray!!!