John - little victories

Thank god/dess that antibiotic is done. I'm not sure why it affected him that way but it was like shooting him up with meth/speed.

He didn't want to go to bed, he fought us, pulled mom's hair, pinched me and we turned into guard dogs on that door when he'd try and open it. Sheesh!

However, two days after he was done with the antibiotic, peaceful dreams. I took him to the bathroom then to bed when he started to doze around 7:30pm. I praised him for being good, for laying down, for pulling the blanket up to his chin by himself. Then about ten minutes later, I opened his door and when he was still in bed I said "good Johnnie!" and he smiled. Half an hour later he was asleep.

Angie even went to bed last night without a toss of the hands (when you ask her to do something she doesn't want to do, she'll stiffen her arms and throw them out to the side - almost the opposite of the caricature of the 'typical housewife - i give up' visual). Instead, she put her sunglasses on the cupboard and giggled down the hall into our bedroom.

She has a weird routine at night sometimes. She'll go lay in bed, then she'll go to the bathroom and then for some unknown reason, she'll use her hands to drink water out of the tap. We'll put a glass in the bathroom but she won't use it. Angie very very rarely has accidents at night - like once a year.

John has been having more and more dry days. To deal with the issue, we'd been using a Depends on him at night plus 'chucks' under him. But he's been really good and we're switching back to underwear again. Every little victory is still a victory. Its still priceless to see their smiles even when they are annoyed at us.