Time to play catch up

I write these incredible blog posts. Full of pathos, emotion, bordering on literary genius. Really. Now, those of you who follow my blog are now wondering why you haven't read any of my coherent prose. There is a simple explanation for that. Seems the process of removing the blog from the recesses of my mind and transferring to the written word reduces my cohesive essay to a "stream of conscious" ramble. Perhaps I am missing a neural pathway, or two. ;)

Anyhow, on with my ramblings:

- Spence got a couple of stars last week at Brain Balance. The first was for doing an excellent job on his sit ups (yes, my six year old has a six pack!) and the second was for following directions really well.
- Spence got a chance to display some empathy. He scratched Michelle at Brain Balance (not a proud moment), but instead of running away, he stared in horror at the marks he had made on her arm, even going so far as to say, "eww". He seemed genuinely upset that he had hurt her.
- The same day as the above incident, Spencer had a mad day at school. This was impressive because, in the past, he would take his anger out physically on others. But, not on this day. He was mad, but found a way to express it without doing anyone bodily harm! Progress.
- My parents were in town last weekend. They got to hear Spencer laugh a real way down deep laugh. He saw something he found funny on his tv show and was laughing so hard he made himself hiccup. There is just something about that child's laugh that makes us all just laugh, as well.
- While my parents were in town, we did have a golf cart adventure. Spencer showed off his navigational skills and took us to Kroger, where he proceeded to guide them around the organic and natural foods aisles. On the way back, I pulled over off of the path to dispose of some trash. When I was trying to return to the path, one of the rear tires came off the rim. Whoops! We decided that my dad would walk back to the apartment, retrieve the car, and meet us up ahead on the road. I must say Spencer was extremely patient while waiting. He did act like a typical six year old, though. He was whining and wanting to walk back. Much better than he would have reacted just a couple of months ago. There was no blown out of proportion tantrum, just a little whining (I can so deal with that!)

I really do need to get better about blogging. In the book I'm readin right now, the main character has driven from Phoenix to L.A., been accused of two murders, been questioned at length by the police and her attorney and still managed to blog more than I have! Maybe that is why it is called "fiction".
Good day all!
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