he is the best

This blog must sound bi-polar, LOL . Today though I am ecstatic by how Liam is doing after spending an entire weekend with daddy. No ripping or biting: just happy dances, huge laughs out of blue, and rolling with the punches better than I have ever seen him. He wanted a "red juice" (vitawater) from the store, but we had just bought a bunch from Costco. So we said NO. He put it back on the shelf, and said "Liam have red juice home." He is full of smiles, asking for hugs and squeezes, spontaneously saying I love you's, concerned about Audrey and Aedan when they are sad, starting up conversations (last night " I want to go to school tomorrow!" me: "Why?" Liam: "To see the girls." me: "What are the girls' names?" Liam, after a bit of thought..."Ashley and yellow sunglasses girl.") His eye contact is direct and clear, and he seems so comfortable and content in his own skin. He was playing with kids' at the gym (not just the girls) and answering "yes" and 'NO" when kids his own age asked him questions. When I see this kind of progress, I thank God for special ed teachers who believe in him, and for those who give him a chance to be himself. Life is good.