This is what I tell myself when I walk into the kitchen, and find Alex licking the floor because the feel of the smooth linoleum on his tongue pleases him. Or when I hear him growling happily behind his dark closet doors that he himself has decided is the place he wants to play, and when I ask him to come out, he closes the door in my face.
Everyone is different, typical is boring.
Other two and a half year olds are starting to get into Thomas the tank engine, and bob the builder. Shouting to the roof tops "can we fix it, yes we can!"
Its ok, everyone is different and typical is boring.
I don't ponder too much on the what if, or what could have been had that damn CREBB protein made its way to the right place, and #16 chromosome was intact.
I love Alex, he has a great sense of humor, he is easy going, he is happy, is content. Loves music, loves the outdoors, loves books, loves to sing, and dance. Really, he isn't so different. He is our Alex, and we wouldn't change a thing!