Mands: 9

Alright, today was a day for rest and relaxation for our little Tony. Since he was slightly on edge, Marlaina decided that we should just do what we can tell he wants to do today and give him a little break. He started off the day a little perturbed that neither of his girls were present at the regular time. Still, things were going well and we went into his room. He wanted ‘up,’ so I picked him up and he reached into the top compartment of the hanging giraffe and pulled out the red fingerpaint jar. We put on his smock and got to painting. After a little painting with just the red he was ready for the blue. We mixed them together and made purple. Soon he was ready for the yellow jar of paint too. I attempted to alert him that there was an easy way to bypass the ‘up,’ serching and reaching grueling process by simply saying “want —– ——- [yellow paint.]” Of course, a three word combo is kind of a stretch at this point, so we just got the yellow paint the old fashioned way.

Tony had fun painting and I’m not sure, but I think he wanted to start painting on the table (on paper) because he toted the blue and red jars to the table. It was when he went back for the yellow paint that we ran into the problem . . . poor little Tony! He dropped the jar of yellow paint onto the floor and it splattered all over the place. Tony was completely distraught about the mess and cried and squealed unpleasantly until there was not a drop left anywhere. I saved what paint I could and sang the clean up song while I worked on the mess to ease his pain.

We went for a walk and encountered the little girl once again. This time we met her mom too. Tony seems to like Chaira (girl’s name) and I think she wants to be friends. This is a great chance at socialization with peers for tony. She is about twice as old as him, but that is good because she will be more sensitive, gentle, and empathetic than someone his age. We played out there too long and almost missed the field trip that was in full swing.

I heard the honk of Marlaina’s car horn, expressed my apologies to Chiara for such an abrupt departure, and whisked Tony away. In moments we were off for a car ride for fries and errands with Whitney and Marlaina. After the field trip, Tony was ready for his nap.