This morning Tony was happy. He was really into “Sesame Street” and “Elmo’s World.” I leapt at the chance to go into his room when he said “open door.” Whitney was updating the program, so we worked on a list of actions we’re trying to determine whether he is able to perform. He did pretty well with the things I asked him to do. I let him play for the most part, I didn’t want to risk his good mood.

We went on quite a few walks and on the first one we played in the bus. He made good approximations for ‘checkbook’ and ‘envelope’ echoically. (Impressive) On the second walk we noticed that the hammock had finally been taken down. Apparently Marlaina’s e-mail complaint worked.

After we worked and played in his room for awhile and we went back out into the living room I didn’t know what he could possibly want. He answered my unasked question with a resounding mand for “hot dog!” The household was unfortunately completely hot dog free, so we hopped in the car and headed to the grocery.

This afternoon when he woke up he was screaming and crying. Poor Tony, we don’t know why he was so upset, but we suspect gastro-intestinal problems. We took him on a car ride and he is in good spirits again! Yeah Tony!!!!