I haven't written anything in a week, because it's been quiet here. Eerily peaceful. In a lot of ways, it feels like I'm living with a pretty typical kid.
In the past couple of weeks, something in Ryan's head has clicked, and he's stopped throwing himself on the floor (except when it's time to get on the school bus). He's speaking less Monkey and more English. He's done with overnight pull-ups. He's eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the first time, and strawberries for the first time in years. He's not spitting his dinner all over the floor.
I'm going to savor the peace while it lasts.