In other news, he chewed through Woody's foot today, causing an avalanche of tiny white beads. I'm just hoping he didn't swallow too many. =) I'd share a picture, but my camera was dropped and now the door to the memory card and battery won't open. So I need to see if the manufacturer will fix it or not. I'm guessing not, but I will try. I purchased an extended accident warranty, though, so either way I should be okay. SHOULD be okay.
I just need prayers and warm thoughts, I think, because I'm going through the cycle: charge full speed ahead, burn out, get some contentment, feel guilty, charge full speed ahead. And right now I'm feeling guilty. I don't play with him enough, I don't work on life skills enough, I don't know how to help him cope with his emotional and sensory needs. And I know it's irrational. I KNOW I'm doing my best and that most mothers and fathers must feel this way at some point. I think this time of year is hard. It's IEP time, Christmas, and birthday. I'm faced once again with how far he's come, where he hasn't grown, and how he compares to his peers. The toys I can't buy because they are inappropriate. The traditions he doesn't understand. The food he won't eat. The difficulty of too many people and too many demands. And then there's the
appointments with the doctors.
I think staying up until 11pm blogging probably doesn't help, either. Good night!