He’s hanging in there.
He read a book that he colored in himself, and stapled together.
He sleeps about 14 hours a night. Hard.
He eats for three.
He looks a year older already.
He says the names of his new friends in his sleep.
He tried school lunch and loved it.
He “forgot” he had a packed lunch the next day, and had another school lunch.
He fell apart around dinner and bed time almost every night.
He shook his head in complete disbelief when I told him it was Saturday, and there was no school today, and said; “Well if you are certain everyone is home today, then I’ll stay home too.”