Well, I resorted to Risperdal again. I think she needs a full .5 mg to calm down. We went to Whole Foods in Hadley for lunch (and other errands). She ate some and I could sit her near the cash register in the eating area. She was only loud a little bit. A lady, who said she did art therapy, came over and asked if I needed help. I told her no. She was really being kind. We talked a little.

We also went to the "new" house today. She laughed and scooted around on the floor. She went into the kitchen and was pointing a lot. But, I didn't understand. She was hungry! We had a cookie for her in the car and she ate it. Now she is resting in bed.

Duh, mom. If I point at the kitchen, do you think I'm hungry?