Monday, January 10, 2011
He has been going crazy with hunger when we get home. I asked his therapists if they could maybe give him a snack a little later in the day because it's bonky bonk, trying to endlessly feed him and deal with the girls, and get dinner together. He opens that damned corner roundabout cabinet and climbs up to get at the food, but then it's stuff he needs help with. He loves peaches, raisins, goldfish, frosted wheat cereal, and saltines. He ate all of those, times one million, this afternoon. He had a good day today even though he didn't have either of his regular therapists. Everyone is sick, there is definitely something going around. I will give my right arm in sacrifice if he doesn't get it.