Harrison has been in preschool for a few weeks, and it sounds like he's adapting much better than I had anticipated.  The first day or two, he just looked so nervous getting on the school van, which he calls the "school bus".  Two days ago, when he got off the van, I was holding him.  He started looking really sad when he said, "School bus all done; school bus go bye-bye."  His little lower lip started sticking out and started to quiver.  A small cup of chocolate milk fixed that.  We also sat on the couch together, watching his favorite "Signing Time" DVD.  We sit there and do the signs together.  It's our special time together.I'm still trying to figure out what to do with all my extra time when Harrison is at preschool.  Maybe I should start a hobby.  My wife suggested housework as a hobby, but for some reason, that just doesn't appeal to me.  I do it, but a hobby should be something you enjoy!Our house has been a den of illness recently, and somehow, I have some sort of magical immunity.  My wife says it isn't fair.  She's been having a rough time, especially since her miscarriage.  We were making real progress in our emotional improvement, but just a few days ago, she received a call from the wife of a friend of mine.  I get along with this guy well; we've been friends for years.  My wife really doesn't like his wife; she just tolerates her for my sake.  It came to be that my friend and his wife just had a baby boy.  This is normally a joyous occasion, but they named him Dylan, the name my wife and I had picked out for the baby we miscarried.  It was an emotional tailspin.  The feelings of grief, guilt, anger all came flooding back.  I think that we've spent so much time concentrating on Harrison and his Autism that we didn't take the necessary time on our own emotions surrounding the miscarriage.  We still havemuch work to do.Back to Harrison.  He's been bringing back artwork from preschool, and it's absolutely adorable.  He really seems to enjoy finger painting.  He's also been eating lunch there since day one, which has been an issue at daycare even to this day.  If he's acclimating this well this quickly, I have a very optimistic outlook for this experience.  I just wish I could be a "fly on the wall" to watch him in his classroom.  I really can't pinpoint it, but it's as though I look at him a little differently since he's started preschool.  Maybe it's that I seen him as growing up a little more.  Maybe since our time together is much less now, I appreciate our time much more.  The first thing I do when he gets off the school van is hug him and tell him how much I love him.  I don't care if it's in front of anybody.  I'm not ashamed of my feelings for my son.  I'm excited to see him.  I'm eager to see what he might bring home from school.  Our refrigerator is his art gallery.  Maybe him going to preschool is adding a new dimension to him that I never thought possible.  A part of him is changing, and I'm really going to enjoy trying to figure it out because it gives me yet another reason to think about him.