(I'm kidding of course. Zack has always had a weird attachment to this shirt. Remember this day at the park, when he was loving all over Aliza because she was wearing it?)
You know what? I'm perfectly fine with him wearing it. Because with the pink butterfly shirt, he's calming sitting under the table. Not screaming. Not biting his brother.
Yesterday the pink butterfly shirt was in the wash, and the two of them were like squirrels on crack. I have no idea what the deal was. I swear they were running up the walls and across the ceiling. So today, if one of them requires a girly shirt to sit down and stay calm, I'm going to be a-okay with that.
Otherwise, the three of them are spending quite a bit of their time off this week (parent-teacher conferences and MEA) doing this.
I don't think we are noticing any positive changes from the trial drug yet. Maybe AJ talks a little bit more. Maybe Zack has been a little bit better in public. If I were looking hard, that's what I'd see so far. But I'd also see that both of them, in particular AJ, have been chewing more. AJ goes through two or three shirts a day because he chews on the sleeves until they are soaked up to the elbows. Chewing is a manifestation of anxiety.
We leave for our third trip to Chicago this weekend.
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