Friday the Thirteenth, not at all unlucky

We actually had a therapy-free day! In the morning we went to an indoor playspace, where I stayed longer than usual because all the guys were happy. I'm getting much less sensitive about what other moms may think of me. Just getting from the van into the playspace is a workout, and we kind of explode through the doorway, with G. plugging his ears and making sad sounds. At this point, I think, if someone can't tell that our family is, shall we say, a little special, then they just aren't too observant, and that's their problem. Most people are incredibly nice, in any case.

In the afternoon I took J. to the pool, where he met a five year old girl who proceeded to play with him and boss him around, which is probably a good combination for him.

In the evening I took just B. to the pool, and he was in heaven. it's a little scary, because he has no sense that he shouldn't walk right off the edge into the water. I pulled him around the pool, and he splashed and smiled and said "Zubadee, zubadoo!" (his happy words). He also drank a lot of pool water, which is bad but also good, because normally the only liquid which he lets past his lips is milk. The question is, how do we go from drinking heavily chlorinated water straight out of the pool to drinking regular water out of some kind of cup?

I have finally made a friend who likes to drop by with her son (back in the East, I always had friends who would just drop by casually, but I only have a couple like that here, and they don't have little kids). This little boy speaks no English at all (he's Vietnamese), but he and J. can play for hours at a time. The twins seem to find him mildly interesting and occasionally amusing.

So all is well here, although we are struggling with how to get shirts onto B. without an epic battle. I actually thought about sneaking in and putting a shirt on him while he sleeps! We have certain hard-line therapists who would scoff at this, wanting me to face every difficulty head on. To those therapists (there are only 2 out of 7 who are real tough) I say, take over my job for a week or so, and let me know how it goes!