John Michael's on the move...

I hope today isn't an indicator of how our year will be. John Michael usually loves Music Therapy and gives his full attention for the 45 minutes his therapist is interacting with him. But today, he only briefly played her games, helped her play guitar, reached for the rainbow scarves, shook the maracas and then kept crawling away as if to say, "Catcha later, I've got more amusing things to do..." 15 minutes after the therapist left, it was time to load the little ones up in the car to pick up the older two at school. John Michael and Greta were playing in the living room, so I ran to the closet to get my shoes. I came back to find John Michael sitting in spilled water from the dog bowl, munching on not one, but two tasty kibbles and one gooey kibble squeezed tightly in his hand. I pried it loose and fished out the chunks from his mouth. Ick! Nutritional value and grossness aside, it's a new choking hazard I hadn't even considered. I promptly lifted him, stripped off his pants and socks and changed him before dashing out the door. Out of habit (and love, of course), I buckled him into his carseat and kissed his little mouth. I distinctly smelled dog food on his breath. Oh, good heavens! That's just gross! So I'm thinking in the car on the way to school, "Is this the start of a crazy new year?" I hope not. I hope this was a fluke, but we'll see... The adventure has begun.