Does this look like a grad picture to anyone else?  It's not.  We went for a walk today after Anthony had kind of a big meltdown.  He hates Sundays, and so do I.  I am hopeful that he will continue to feel better and do better in school and love us more.  Ha, kidding.  We had a nice weekend - yesterday we went to the park early in the morning, before it got too hot, but it was too late for Anthony.  He just wanted to sit in the dirt, so we left after a short while and went out to lunch, which was verrrry successful, especially for us.  Anthony was the best of the three!  Today we all went to Costco and he was very good, it's just when he's here and not busy that he seems to really get tense.  It's hard, it's painful, and we hope it gets better.  I don't want to end on a downer, but I am trying to think of something good to say. 

Have I mentioned his therapist Amy?  She is fantastic, she loves him so, and she is the one that is going to do his home therapy.  She came here on Friday and we are going to continue on Fridays now.  Sometimes we'll be here and maybe sometimes we'll meet at the Zoo, or the Museum, or the park.  I was telling her the other day that she might be sorry and she said, kind of scolding me, "I love him!  There is nothing that he could do that would make me not love him!".  Jeez, I was glad I was wearing my sunglasses, because that kind of proclamation made me cry and cry.  I mean, I think Anthony is lucky to have his two parents and family feel that way about him but to have this therapist feel that way about him, she who spends so much time with him and knows how to get in at him... well.  We are lucky indeed.