He wouldn't let me take a picture of him all suited up and ready to go with his backpack on his back ... hell, he wouldn't even put his backpack on. But I snapped a picture of him on the way to school, perusing a map and staring out the window every now and then. And that's enough for me.
Mollie came with us but the autism specialist that has been working with us was there too, and since Mollie is really comfortable with her I was able to focus most of my attention on Baylor. Which was good because he needed it; just to get him to walk in the door I had to distract him by telling him one of his favorite stories ... what we did on his birthday last year. After everyone got their coats hung up, they sat in a circle around the rug in the classroom, but Baylor wasn't comfortable yet, so I held onto him and we participated as much as we could. Mollie got to participate too, which was undoubtedly exciting for her. They sang songs, learned about "light" and "heavy", and then they got to make a craft using kid scissors and crayons. By the end, Baylor was able to be away from me at least a little bit and seemed to mildly enjoy himself.
I asked him what he'd like to do as a reward for being a big boy and going to school, and he said he wanted to go to Oma's house. So, to Oma's house we went!
There, he got to enjoy a nice big piece of cake with whipped cream.
Mollie, not much of a fan of sweets herself, was content to have a chip.
Oh, and an orange ... because she's perpetually hungry.
While watching Olivia, he showed off his art project ...
... and got to practice a little more with kid scissors.
I was hoping to build on all this socialization success and get him out over the weekend, but the kids have been sick, each with their own day of throwing up, and that just hasn't worked out. In fact, today was supposed to be our second class visit, but because Baylor threw up so much yesterday I wasn't comfortable letting him around other kids just yet.
There's always next week ...
There's always next week ...
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