Just got home from a fun day with Gregory at Michael's Museum. Our massage therapist, her husband, and our new friend Aaron (who is also using us for part of his phd research on Care Giver Relationships) visited CCM and MM today and then we all went out to lunch.
When we arrived home I settled in to catch up on e-mails, paying bills, etc. Gregory seemed a little restless and was rummaging around so I asked, "Is everything Ok?"
He said, "Well, no."
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"I don't have anything to play with," was the response.
Turns out he recently finished his jig saw puzzles, cleaned off his desk to make room for the Christmas decorations, and is almost finished with the book he is currently reading. In his mind, and as he becomes more and more "my little boy," he felt that he didn't have anything to occupy his time, in other words, "I don't have anything to play with." Do you feel the beauty in this? I do. It is one of the gifts of Alzheimer's!
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