... It's just that my ds has been different from the day he was born. He's incredible and I love him so much but it's always been there in the back of my head and now I really feel it in my heart.
He's nearly 3. Our day starts at 5-6am when he climbs into my side of the bed for a 5 minutes hug then we go downstairs. There may be several tantrums before breakfast if we can't find jupiter (an orange ball that sometimes rolls under the sofa) or if I don't know which toy is the red giant (that's a star which is just about to collapse I recently learned). Breakfast is usually OK, toast or weetabix, he can choose. He'll sometimes help make it, sometimes he screams at the toaster then throw all his food on the floor. We go upstairs and put his music and stars on, turn off the lights and recently, all leave so he can sing and dance because if we don't, he'll bite his one year old sister for being too close to his planets picture.
He's got an extensive vocabulary, he learned the word penumbra today - that's the outer edge of an eclipse - but if he wants something he just screams aaaghh and waves his arms or shouts something odd like Brenda! Brenda! (Brenda the blenda from bing, which in our house is a blue plastic toy jug, for example). He mostly talks in quotes from songs or TV. He's committed at least 50 books to memory word for word.
He loves climbing, older children and pressing his face against mine really hard and sometimes licking my face. He doesn't like people in his space and not getting his own way.
He only eats bread/cake/biscuity foods, chips, Yoghurt, crisps, weetabix, nut butter, jam and banana. Every meal I give him what we're having, something he'll eat and something he'll like. For example, stirfry, bread and nut butter, Yoghurt (which has to be served in the pot with the lid on and with a small metal spoon).
We've talked about it a lot but I think I might call the health visitor tomorrow for a chat because every day is getting harder and I don't know how to be a good parent or what he needs and it's breaking my heart.
Sorry for the long post, I'm not really sure where to turn.