today is better still. He's such a little ray of sunshine. Today he's sick with the "pukeypoops" and is laying here on the floor all bundled up. A little bit ago he said, "Mom I like to look up now and then and see your beautiful face." chuckle. Then he fell back to sleep.
How can I feel disheartened with him? He is his own source of hope. He believes in himself even with all the frustration. "I know the answers Mom. It doesn't matter if no one else knows I know or not"
Well, yeah it does matter, but I'm glad he's got the bit of confidence in himself.
