we have survived to 4 p.m.

[walkitout]

And had our Snack.

Only 3 hours to go, and then someone else can be responsible for a while.

T.'s actually been in a pretty good mood, switching between a little robot toy, a kitty keyboard and the Vtech toy laptop, with occasional breaks for bubbles, goldfish and/or juice boxes.

He also seems to be telling me when he needs a diaper change. This is an amazing new thing, which is mildly encouraging.

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and just before 5 p.m.

[walkitout]

I went upstairs. He'd been upstairs for at least 40 minutes, playing with the Weeblelot and other toys that make enough noise that I was confident he was happy and healthy (altho when he turned the tub faucet on, I did get a little nervous, it went off almost immediately). The silence was because. . . he was sound asleep next to the castle. My son took himself upstairs to the room where he sleeps at night, played quietly by himself for a half hourish, and then fell asleep near (altho not on) the bed.

Really, it's moments like this that affirm my belief in benign neglect.