Brooke, Gluten Free is Helping

It was a good week for Brooke. Grandma and I saw her on Monday, and again tonight. Her vocabulary is getting much better on the gluten free diet. Cora texted Linda earlier in the week and told her when Brooke heard a train, she said Choo Choo. Brooke came over to our house Monday night. We were wrestling and when I laid flat on the floor, Brooke would try to drag me and said " hey wake up". The hardest part to deal with Monday night happened in our kitchen. Ever since Brooke was old enough to eat solid food, her and I had a great time eating Oreo cookies. But now Oreos contain Gluten, so Brooke cannot have them. Brooke knows where the cookies are kept. She pulled me over to the cupboard and pushed my hand towards the cupboard handle. Thankfully, there were no cookies in there. Brooke doesn't give up easily though. She wanted me to pick her up so she could look inside. I kept telling her there were no cookies. She was getting quite upset. Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she sat on the kitchen floor and in a very pleading voice of despair, she said"WHY ???". I took off my hat and put it on her head. Just that quickly, she was over it and ready to play. After some playing, Brooke wanted to watch Blues Clues. Brooke tried to sing along with one song, and came over to make sure I was also singing.
After awhile, Mommy Cora told Brooke it was time to go home. She turned off the video player. Brookes response, "Oh Man". She was sad to leave, but no major fit.

Tonight Linda and I took Brookes new shipment of supplements over to Cora. When we went in the house, Brooke was in the living room doing head stands in the rocker-recliner. After a serious big hugger for Grandpa, it was play time. Brooke and I sat on the floor. She likes me to squeeze her while we sit on the floor. We also counted to ten twice, and clapped after we finished. Brooke was going into a long conversation, but I couldn't make out the words. I got up to walk into the kitchen, and Brooke said" Hey, where you going". She pulled me back and we sat down again. Grandma came in and joined us. Brooke kept making Grandma and I hold hands, like she wanted to play some kind of nursery rhyme game, but we couldn't figure it out. After climbing on my back for a piggy back ride, Brooke pulled me into her room so I could turn on her TV. She was content for a short while, then she tried to climb into my t-shirt, with me wearing it. There is something about Autistic people liking tightness. I need to do more research on that. After leaving my t-shirt, she climbed on my back for another ride. She than ran out into the living room. I was standing in the opening to her bedroom. Grandma was sitting on Brookes bed. Here comes Brooke, her arms spread wide, running full bore to go right between Grandma and I. It happened so fast, I never had a chance. I am so tall, and Brooke is the right height, well to make a long story short, I took a direct shot right in the family jewells. Grandpa was bent over like an old rag doll, gasping for air and hoping the severe pain would quickly end. Brooke doesn't quite understand what she had done, but Aunt Monica thought it was extremely humorous.
After I could walk again, I told Brooke I had to go bye-bye. She stretched up as far as she could to give me a hug. She then sat down and started watching TV as Grandma and I left.