Camp called me Wednesday and told me Dominic was laying down and crying, asking them to "call mommy". I asked them if he had a fever, no. I asked if he ate all his lunch, yes. I told them I could come get him but it sounded like he was fine. They called back a few minutes later and asked me to come get him. I did.
He came home, laid on the sofa for about half an hour and then had the best Speech therapy session he's had in ages. I had texted our therapist and told her he'd come home sick and it was up to her if we tried therapy. We tried. it went great.
He never had a fever, never lost his appetite... he just wanted to come home, so he played the counselors like a violin and played hookey.
I'm going to call that downright amazing. :)
(camp has now been told that unless he's got a fever, is bleeding, or is vomiting, he's fine)
Recently (the last few weeks), Dominic's been really enjoying hot sauce. On everything from meat to corn muffins to Salad. The last few days I've caught him chugging from the bottle. Its really cool to watch him develop true preferences.
We are backing off of much of the things we've been doing (my wallet is silently doing cartwheels) for the 10 week duration and potentially longer depending on how things go.
Stay tuned for updates!