Derek is a little one-man tornado; even in a weakened, sickly state he can still demolish a perfectly clean room in four minutes flat, as Baba discovered. He also explored every corner of her house, meaning we found cars and little figurines in strange places and have completely lost other things.
Derek and food have a bit of a difficult relationship right now. He will eat almost anything as long as he is not strapped down, but as soon as he is buckled into his chair his daily preferences take over. And he will only feed himself if no one is watching or trying to feed him anything. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to his preferences; one day he'll eat a whole cup of broccoli happily, the next he'll make the most hilarious face as he turns his nose up at it. The foods that seem to have a permanent place in his good graces are: oatmeal, cheese, berries, pizza, frozen peas, crackers, grapes, and bread.
Derek has now entered the "do it all myself" and "I have an irrational opinion about everything" phases of life, which would be a lot worse if he weren't so hilarious. Now if we could only get him talking we wouldn't have to guess what all of the screaming is about.
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