...it all changes. Last night, we had teriyaki and tempura for dinner. This usually means that Little Bug eats two balls of rice, a couple pieces of chicken, and a broccoli tempura. Not last night- he took it upon himself to try each vegetable- he touched the sweet potato, took several bites of the green pepper, and licked the onion! It was amazing. Anyway who knows Little Bug knows that his veggies are tomatoes, potatoes, and corn and he generally survives on chicken strips because he has become so restrictive in what he is eating. We were absolutely shocked.
Our night of newness continued by witnessing Little Bug relating with a movie in a personal way. We watched Horton Hears A Who, and he took it upon himself to rename the characters- Nick was Horton- the lovable but easily distract able elephant who had to stand up to his jungle community for his friends, I was the cranky and strict kangaroo- who needs to learn to have faith and to relax, and Ama was the mayor- who's mission is to stand up for what he knows is right. Nick and I couldn't help but laugh because when it came to the root lesson or mission the character had, Little Bug was right.
Today, meets his speech therapist and has another evaluation on his speech. I am anxious for two reasons. First, I am anxious to find out how far he has come in the past four months. Its kind of a measure of the work we have done, you know? Secondly, these evaluations make him bonkers afterwards. He generally becomes unhinged and like a wild animal- no talking, lots of grunting, and very nervous. Its really primal and I don't completely understand the reaction. It often leaves me wondering if we really know all that much about ASD and the brain in general. At times, the evaluations remind me of a mechanic that is whacking at an engine with a wrench, praying to hit the right part.
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