Jell-O.

Because today he heard Grandma say the gelatin was on the same aisle as Jell-O.

And he'd heard of Jell-O before.

Somewhere.

I blame YouTube.

So Grandma made him Jell-O.

And he couldn't really manage to eat (new food alert) Jell-O.

So instead he licked it.

Peeps, we have so, so, so much Jell-O left.

Oh. And then he snuck into my room and chugged my kale juice.

Every drop of it.

Go figure.




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Pic of my boy with his grandma. And Jello-O. And hands flicking so fast they're about to fly off.
Because he was THAT excited.
Oh. And proof he licked the Jello-O. Serious OT kuddos, kid. For reals.

T.G.I.F

So.
My Boy did some new things.

He:
1. Got Legos wet yesterday at OT without screaming. He didn't enjoy it, but he did it. He loves water. Loves. But wet Legos are poisonous. K? K.

2. He did not put on socks after getting his hands wet at OT. No, I don't know. It his thing, k? K.

3. He sat down and played/shared with a male child he's only seen a few times at OT. He lasted about 5 minutes. It typically takes us months of regular contact to get to this point. Dunno whuz up there.

4. He got himself a drink this morning. No biggie except 2 months ago he couldn't even tell us (or seem to know) when he was thirsty. Now he's getting it himself? Huh?




The kicker is though that this morning we are on orange alert. He's seriously about to pop an anxiety rocket. Like his body/emotions can't keep up with the new things his brain is doing.

He's pacing. He's verbally stimming. He's screaming in spurts.

Let's call this a psychic mommy warning;

Do not approach. 
Do not make eye contact. 
Do not speak unless spoken to. 
Stand ready.

Meltdoowwwwwnnnzz a comin.

Pic of my Boy yesterday in OT with a Lego Boat. In the water. His OT sent it to me. Because she couldn't believe it.