So, this is the trifecta of sensory pressure for one of my kiddos:
1. I'll load it down with paper and that'll provide pressure
2. It has a belt-strap to distribute the weight and keep the backpack from falling off or slipping down, no matter how he wiggles, crawls, boogies, and generally acts like a monster at play.
3. It's Yoda.
Normally, Yoda draws a blank stare at this age, but this kiddo comes from a Star Wars rich environment. And while I think mom has the right idea by saying the violence in the saga is not exactly the best problem-solving model for this kiddo ("SSKTS! I will strike you down!" "Mr. Jedi, put the lightsaber away and tell your friend to give you back your puzzle piece, please."), it's hard not to love a kiddo who knows that Han shot first. Heck, it's hard not to just love this kiddo, period.
So I'll share my Christmas prezzie with him, provisionally, with supervision, for a limited period of time.
...and only if it works the way the therapist promises me it will work...
...and it's still my Yoda backpack. Mine.
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