After a bit of an unordinary Saturday, we had a nothing-special Sunday. It’s a balance of new things and familiarity that we’ve found amenable for Charlie. While bike-riding and piano and cello playing were all nothing unusual for Charlie to do, doing these things for a camera and with a lot unfamiliar people around—-that calls for some unwinding.
Sunday Charlie woke up early and then went back to sleep (actually, we all slept in). He had breakfast and wanted to eat more and when I suggested he ride his bike to the bagel store with Jim, Charlie called for his helmet …read more

I heard a drawer open and noted Charlie in the kitchen, a roll of Scotch tape in his left hand. He hummed and mumbled while leaning over the counter. There were soft ripping sounds: Tape tearing. On glancing into the kitchen, I didn’t see any gigantic wads of tape accruing on the counter and went back to answering work-related emails.
Later—picking up Jim’s blue coat and various random items from the floor of Charlie’s room—I found this doily heart:

(The sparkles are where there’s tape.)
The heart had come home in Charlie’s backpack two weeks ago on Valentine’s Day. He has been …read more