Outward and beyond

Today we encouraged Gilly to take advantage of the beautiful sunshine and so we journeyed to our neighbourhood fruit store. He was anxious to thank his good friends for the healthy treats they sent him last week. He loves it there; everyone really does know his name. Even Emma said, "It's like Cheers. Everyone knows his name." I thought it was kind of neat that I had used the same comparison the other day. He really is Mr. Friendly Guy who remembers details about your life, and asks how your mother is doing...that sort of thing.

He tackled Yaron's shelving unit this afternoon, and managed to take most of it apart. The wood felt familiar, and he was satisfied with his efforts.

Today was an improvement over yesterday, but every task he undertakes is a real struggle. Even eating. His eyes bother him, and this is perhaps the most annoying symptom next to his difficulty in verbally expressing his thoughts, and organizing his thinking (the executive functioning).

Sema says he is more fluent when he speaks Hebrew, so if you can speak it well, you may wish to converse with him in his mother tongue. My family chose country house / skiing over Hebrew school when I was young, so I'm no help in this regard.

We're off to watch Yaron play hockey now.