I could also do without the constant tears, shrieks, grunts, hair pulling, general ‘nastiness’.
P has been hitting himself A LOT lately. Fists to his head, face, nose. Arms banging on the edge of the table. Pressing his chin with all his might on his arm. If you try to soothe him at these moments, he’s coming after you – you can be sure of that! We don’t know, still, what triggers these meltdowns. His fleeting moments of happiness and calm – and by fleeting I do mean mere seconds in a day full of chaos – look somewhat like this.
It’s been raining on and off every day. In this picture taken just yesterday, the grass is moist, almost wet still from last night’s downpour. But who am I to stop him from laying down on his back if that’s what my boy wants in order to calm down? . . .