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Originally published at browneyedgirl.nu. You can comment here or there.

Jonathan did something tonight that brought tears to my eyes. It's small, and most people will raise an eyebrow at my reaction, but after the week I have had, among other things, it fits.

Tonight he was lying on the floor with a row of cars (from the movie Cars as well as good old Hot Wheels) and a helicopter. All of a sudden I see him flying the helicopter over the row of cars and I hear him saying "Found McQueen, found McQueen." See what I mean? Seems small to you, right? Well heres' the thing. Jonathan doesn't play pretend. He just doesn't. Sure, he'll drive his cars around and make them crash and so on, but to actually have a 'storyline' in his play ... unheard of.

The speech therapist called today to schedule his screening for Friday. I missed the call, but she left a message with my parents. I didn't get in touch with her yet ... we're playing phone tag apparently. But, I'm glad that things seem to have been put in motion quickly. I'm terribly impatient, and I think if we'd had to wait for all of these tests and screenings, I probably would have just given up on them completely and took matters into my own hands. Not the best choice I know, especially if he truly needs the help (he does, and I don't need a fancy degree to tell you that).

I know someone is going to come along and say, "It's funny how she never mentioned this before. She's just taking this and running with it to get attention." You know what? I wish that was it. I wish this was something I simply made up to get attention. Because then I wouldn't have had to listen to my call answered today, "Special Ed office." I wouldn't have to sit there and feel my cheeks burn every time some kind stranger hears how old J is and asks him a question, expecting him to answer like any other kid his age, and instead get a blank stare or hear about what color his car is.

Switching gears, Peyton is teething majorly lately. I counted two spots on his gums were teeth are right there ready to break through, and another two or three places where they are red and tender. NO WONDER he's been so crabby lately.

I can't get over how big my baby is getting. He's rolling like a pro, scoots on his face occasionally when he's really pissed off, and has this little half squeal half cackle thing that makes me laugh no matter what. He's got his "too cool for you" look down, as well as his judgy look. I get that one a lot. He already knows when he is being naughty because he looks right at me (or whoever is holding him) as he does something he's not supposed to, such as pulling hair (his favorite).

Babysitting is going ... well, not great. She's mouthy and bossy and she's constantly trying to get Jonathan in trouble. If she was my own child she would have been spanked long ago, and I do not like to spank. But that's just how bad it is. She is in timeout daily, several times a day. And hell, maybe I'm just a bitch. Who knows? I've talked to her dad, but he blames it all on the divorce and refuses to do anything. He knows how bad she is. But I guess there isn't anything I can do about it.