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Allan did great with the speech therapist on Tuesday. He loves to sit in his booster seat on the table (yes, we know it is an "off label" use but having him elevated is somehow important from a therapeutic standpoint) and watch himself in the washstand mirror. Edie didn't know what he was doing at first, but then busted out laughing at how vain Allan is. He just smiles and kicks and giggles at himself. He's the best thing he's seen, ever.

Edie got another chance to watch Griffith "eat" and has suggested we work on a referral for speech/OT for him. As anyone can tell from the pictures of the battle that is every meal, he clearly has a sensitivity issue. We haven't been able to cajole, wheedle, plead or bully him in to eating and the whole thing is turning in to a quagmire. In some ways, quite literally since he swats and rakes every bit of food on his tray off and flings it far and wide. As Michele observed, very Jackson Pollock of him.

Griff has learned how to play chase. I stomp my feet in his direction and he crawls as fast as he can away from me while squealing and laughing, then he stops, spins around and comes after me. This went on for 20 minutes. I thought he was going to puke he laughed so hard.

Allan did great with PT this morning. He is really getting to be a little bit of a pill about insisting on standing and refusing to sit (he stiffens out like a board). Miss Julie thinks that, based on his progress, he should be crawling by next month. He has also learned to cluck his tongue and make kissy faces, although he won't do either on command. And he shakes his head "no" a lot. Learned that from his brother, we are pretty sure.

Not much else to report. Just hanging out, growing and getting more ornery every day.