In Which Nothing Much Happens

Honestly today was a pretty uneventful day.

Connor doesn't have school on Wednesdays, so he slept in a little bit and then we went to occupational therapy where he amused himself by refusing to touch a wide variety of toys.  Then we tried out the swing and he only wanted it to go side-to-side, not front-to-back.  He let us know this by showing us his super mad face whenever it went in the wrong direction. 

Someone isn't spoiled or anything.

In all reality it might have been only a mildly annoyed face, but with Connor it's impossible to tell.  Because his facial nerves have a variety of issues (this is what causes his Duane Syndrome and also his inability to chew) he's unable to move the muscles of his face in subtle ways.  As a result all of the expressions he makes are greatly exaggerated because that's the only way he has to get his point across.  It's generally all or nothing with this kid. 

He's so darn cute when he pouts, though!

~Jess