Alex with the big, doe like, brown eyes is looking at...

a) a kite.
b) trees.
c) a flying potty.
d) a dancing hippo in a pink tutu.

Thursday we went to my doc's office. Due to scheduling mix-up we ended up waiting well over and hour before I could see her. Alex was uncharacteristically patient. Showed actually much more patience than a neurotypical child who showed up about 45 minutes after we got there and was whining and climbing all over his father in less than 10. I think the big fish tank in the waiting room helped. There was a good-sized catfish in it that seemed to find us as fascinating as we found it. (I think the animal sensed something. It went into hiding soon at the other little boy went up to the tank.) It reminded me of our first trip with Alex to the Norwalk Aquarium (pre-flushing-toilet-obsession phase... at least I hope it's only going to be a phase) and the seals would stop swimming to look at Alex as he stood in front of the tank with his hands against the glass. I really want to see what would happen if he got into water with dolphins. There are therapy programs I think out in Key West run for disabled children and adults. Of course, they don't just toss the kids into the water. Like any therapy there's a step-by-step to it and it takes time. But, I would really like to pursue this some day. It was once suggested we take them to Disney World, Sea World, etc. since they all have special accommodations for disabled people. If we're going to shell out the $ for a family vacation somewhere (and one day this will happen, dang it) I think he and Dana would get more out of this than sensory over-stimulation at a big theme park.