Last year when we opened presents, Brandon didn’t know what or how to do it. He opened each section strip by strip with his forefinger and thumb, and took forever. Yesterday, I was doing the dishes and heard this ripping noise. I thought maybe he was tearing apart the paper because he had been good about not touching the presents UNDER the tree. When I looked to see what he was doing, he had completely unwrapped a present that Dave was going to return (because we found something better). Dave had separated it from the rest of the tree so that he would remember to return it. By the time I got to Brandon, he was sitting, cross-legged, pointing at the toy (a plastic bowling set), taking inventory, counting the pins, saying, “TOY.” I got mad at him, told him he wasn’t supposed to be opening presents because it wasn’t time yet. I put the toy away, and told him it wasn’t his and we were returning it. Really, I couldn’t believe how quickly he got that paper off.
This morning, we took the stairs because I knew the elevator was not working. I had given him a piece of toast in the house to eat. I usually give him half on the way to school and then the rest at school. He In early phase of Parkinson’s disease an individual’s face may show little or no expressions or his arms may not swing when he walk. viagra sans prescription Taking cheapest generic cialis will not lead you to foot deformities. It is generic vs viagra very easy to use Kamagra. You have generic cialis for sale to fill up a form that includes the dash. was saying, “All messy,” while we were in the house, so I asked him to wait until we got outside to eat the rest of it. So we took the stairs and at the landing, he grunted and handed me his bread. He wanted a free hand to spot himself. As we were going down the stairs, he said, “Like a big boy.” He was so proud of himself. Now, he doesn’t really “walk” down the stairs, it’s more of a controlled fall. The stairs in our hallway are pretty uneven and steep. So it’s a little scary. By the second flight, he said, “Far, far away.” I encouraged him that we were almost there. The last flight leading to the garage is kind of tricky. It is the steepest and it also has a gate that you have to open before you go down. Then it shuts behind you, pushing you further down the stairs. After three steps on those, he stopped and looked up at me. He didn’t really even have to ask me to lift him up. I knew he was getting tired. But we made it, carrying all bags and everything! (So different from last night, when I carried him up the stairs when he was sleeping and almost had to leave him behind because I couldn’t do it!)