Foiled again, in a good way

Re. Tuesday's post. Yesterday, the day after I confidently announced the personality switcheroo, Saul suddenly did complete teshuvah for his treatment of Yasha. He returned to his sweet, loving, cooing, generous self, stopped biting, and now once again passes the time offering nervy Yasha one toy (or remote control, or calculator, or bottle) after another in attempt to comfort him when he is troubled, which is fairly often. He proffers the toy, cocks his head sympathetically toward the Yasha, and mumbles sweet Saulisms with questioning intonations, variations on a theme of "Are you okaaaay?" and lots of repetitions of Yasha, Yashie (so sweet on his lips). During the mean interlude, he did not say his brother's name. I had completely forgotten that he used to pepper all his "sentences" with Yasha's name; now he does it again, one favorite being, "Yashie's a mess!"--whether he is or not. I relaxed, yesterday and today, for the first time in weeks, and allowed the twins to play in the same room. Hooray for reverse switcheroos... or returnaroos! 

Tomorrow is my birthday. My mom "made" me order myself an ice-cream cake (!), my dear husband (probably) bought me an iPod. Meanwhile, there is a real war in Gaza... how will it end?