Snuck in a bike ride Wednesday afternoon: Charlie's face was more troubled than it had been for the past couple of days when he got off the bus. He said no to going into our apartment and yes to getting into the car and, as we were planning to go to our house to meet Jim anyways, he stayed outside while I ran up and down the stairs getting my stuff and sticking a load of laundry into the dryer.
Once at the house, he got into one of his silly old things, putting old photos, CDs and DVDs, and the paper inserts from the CD and DVD cases into the crack at the top of the stairs. Charlie's been doing this for years. Originally, we tried to stop him but (live and learn) all of our efforts only led to him finding this activity even more fun, especially when I produced a pair of scissors and tried to pry out the photos. At this point, whoever gets the house after we finally sell it is going to have quite a treasure trove of wrinkled up photos of one (really cute) little boy, a stuffed Barney, and song lists for numerous Barney, Wiggles, and Beatles albums.
Wednesday, after getting his fill of jamming up the crack on the stairs, Charlie was quite willing for a bike ride with Jim. Charlie is actually in need of a new bike: His knees are almost hitting the handlebars and he pedaled slowly, stopping at every driveway at one point. Charlie was waiting for people to wave him on—he understands that gesture.
Charlie has had six peaceful days with Jim and me (well, some stuff at school) since last Thursday, when we took him off the Clonidine. Yesterday, standing at the sink, he smiled at me and said,
And here's a very big hi to all of you—thank you for being out there.