What a shitty day!  Spencer had an early meltdown because he couldn't wear his trucks shirt.  They are all dirty, so he had to settle for Lightening.  I put him in his bed and told him he could get out when he'd calmed down.  That took about 2 minutes.

Then, we went to this "touch a truck" thing with about 50 trucks that kids could get up in and play.  Well, Spencer screamed the whole time.  I guess it was overwhelming.  Rachel was okay with it, but not in love by any stretch.

Then to the grocery store where Rachel tried to climb out of the cart and both of them kept trying to open every box.  Ugghh!

Came home to naps.  And they were both out quick and for a long time, which was welcome.  

Then they both refused dinner, which made them fussy.  

So Spencer and I were off to Rick's rehearsal dinner.  He screamed his way down the aisle the first time.  Did okay the second time.  I think we are going to have a hotwheels still in package at the end of the aisle to entice him.

Tomorrow may be another long one!

Here's some funny shit though.  I was filling out Spencer's baby book and trying desperately to figure out what his first word was.  I think the best choice is bye bye because when we went to Memphis he worked really hard to get it out.  I didn't realize until later that he was trying to say he wanted to go home, but that's another moron mommy story for another time.  Anyway, to my point.  As I read through my blog posts from last year (hoping that I had noted the infamous first real word), I kept saying over and over what a good day it was, how I was feeling better, and how I was convinced that Spencer was not autistic.  I was so completely full of shit.  Completely.  Full.  Of.  Shit.  I was not fine, they were not good days, and I was far from being convinced.  Truth be told, I'm still not completely convinced, I'm just okay with what ever happens.  Tonight another adult was trying to say something to him and Spencer acted like the guy didn't exist.  The other day at a playground an older man was trying to get Spencer to be part of a 'train' going down the slide and Spencer didn't show even an ounce of comprehension.  I can always tell him to say hi to someone he's just ignored and he does.  He looks at the appropriate person, even if there are many people around and says hi, bye, sorry or whatever, but he often doesn't do so on his own.  Is he just shy?  Stubborn?  Socially awkward?  Who knows, and in all honesty it really doesn't matter.  I think that it is mostly that he still has lots of trouble talking.  His pronunciation is poor to put it mildly, and under pressure it's even worse.  My best guess is that he gets nervous and doesn't know how to respond, so he just kinda freezes.  But maybe that's just me fooling myself.  Only time will tell.  And now, I can finally say that I'm happy with him just being him.  There will be challenges ahead.  Of that I am sure.