Like the fact it’s been a few weeks since any epic Code Brown incidents. I feel like PX should be getting some sort of award- the Golden Throne? Maybe I should go get a (clean!) Pull-Up bronzed.
And he’s clapping again, clapping when he’s happy or along with the audiences on Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. It’s been SO. LONG. Like, a year?
And social relationships are, to an extent, starting to sink in; more exists in the world than mom, dad, television, and physical objects. He may not be chasing down the other little boy at playgroup (unlike Rizzle), but he is using him as a model, to obtain some sort of structure to playtime. Last week the boy didn’t attend, and PX was lost; he spent the majority of the time stimming on everything in the classroom, completely lacked focus.
At home he’s rediscovered his sister. I’m so glad she relishes in his goofy games. Last night he spent almost 15 minutes taking Daddy’s hat on and off her head, giving her eye contact, making her clap because the rest of us were, including her. And she just hooted and giggled and smiled through the whole interaction. At bath time he’s helping to wash her hair and rinse out the suds and feed her bubble cakes. He’s never been completely oblivious to Rizzle, and it’s always been obvious he loves her, but lengthy interactions like this haven’t existed since she was the curiously cross-eyed thing mom and dad brought home from…wherever.
And then there’s Rizzle, who is walking EVERYWHERE, who has taught herself how to use all the remotes in the house and how to change the disc in the blu-ray player. Staying one step ahead of her? Impossible. (I love it.)
So, back to being positive around here! I’m determined!
And considering it’s Friday, it’s time for some Ryan Gosling! I got all excited when I saw the picture for this week’s SNRG over at Adventures in Extreme Parenthood, because I’ve had that shot saved on my hard drive for a bit but, after my initial meme idea from way back, I was
Aww lemme go get the weighted blankie.
Thanks Ryan. Tight pants + the tiniest bit of abdominal flesh = umm, what were we talkin’bout again? *fans self*
Oh yeah, over the past week I finally saw Crazy, Stupid, Love (that and Blue Valentine are the only RG movies I hadn’t/haven’t seen) and all I can say is OMG TIGHT PANTS. F’rlzies Ryan? It’s like you’re Photoshopped!
& with that, happy Friday!