Mental Floss

My week is wrapping up nicely. As an added bonus, I have a four-day weekend starting today. As Napoleon Dynamite would say -- "Sweet!" I made Belgian waffles for everybody this morning, took care of some final work things on the phone and the computer, and had a snack with Erik before putting him down. The clouds have moved in to form a wonderfully dreary, gray canopy over the region, and there is a chill in the air. I love this weather so very much! We are lucky to live in a region where sunshine is the norm, so I appreciate all sorts of weather when we get it. Another horrible addiction I have is to candles, and my fall candles are coming out of the cupboard. My favorite is Yankee "Home Sweet Home."

I attached a couple photos of Erik pre and apres bath. It's awful, but I sometimes call him our "Buttless Wonder." I am hoping that Santa will leave a nice pair of plump cheeks in his stocking this year. The weight he is gaining is definitely not migrating to that region. It is easier for me to appreciate his little form now that he has gained some weight and looks healthier.

As for my mental state, the men in white coats haven't come for me yet (I have been watching for them), and I am doing quite well now that my brain has processed everything from the past couple of weeks. I really benefit from writing. I haven't written much in the past few years and forgot how much I enjoy it. I recently had the opportunity to talk to a woman in town who has a little girl with Phelan-McDermid (22q13), an even more rare genetic deletion syndrome than Williams. They were diagnosed not long after we were, and we seem to click as far as where we are in this and how we are feeling. We have spoken on the phone a couple of times and have set a play date for tomorrow to meet for the first time. I am pretty psyched about that. I am hoping that the weather will clear by then so Erik can enjoy the swings.

I think my boy and I will do some shopping together today. I dressed him in clothing with no jagged holes in the knees or mysterious stains with showing him off in mind. I asked him what he wanted for breakfast yesterday, and he said, "Os!" Cheerios it is, my little man. He never ceases to surprise me.