Riddle me this
Riddle me that.
Some days are peaked,
Some days are flat.
Riddle me here
Riddle me there,
This little dude's senses. A riddle, mystery and puzzle all on their own. Exhausting.
Over the past few weeks we're very very much back to throwing up all over the show again, not in the least bit reserved for unfamiliar places but seemingly more like at any place that's not home. We were visiting a friend recently who has an old-fashioned till in her school room. Sam was already anxious just about the outing in general. Meg was messing around by the till and pressed the little button to print a till slip but there being no paper in it, it simply made a funny sound. You can probably imagine what kind of sound - not particularly sensory disturbing, well not for us anyway but definitely distressing enough for Sam to throw up.
Again we're back to a fearful, plank-like extension when I try and get Sam to walk holding my one hand or using his walker yet a few weeks ago he walked all the way from the car into the physio rooms holding just my one hand??? And here's the doozey...completely fed up with walking around with soaking wet, long hair in the middle of winter thanks to not being able to use a vomit-triggering hairdryer I decided to give my hair the chop about 2 weeks ago. Still getting used to how quickly my hair now dries, after my shower this morning I hurriedly went about getting Sam ready for his physio session and happened to catch my reflection out of the corner of my eye as I rushed about. I looked like I had run headfirst into a Van de Graaff generator!