1. Baby-isms. Milo and Sophie are in a really fun stage right now when it comes to words. Milo, from the backseat of the car requested “pahp-cowans” (popcorn) in what sounded like a spot-on East-coast accent. Go back and read it again with that accent in your head.
A few other favorites lately…
- “dummy beyows” = gummy bears
- “okie-okie” = okie dokie
- “monster limes” = kiwi
- “Jacken in my box” = Jack-in-the-box
2. Instigator. It is not uncommon to hear the phrase “Milo, don’t be an instigator” being spoken by Sophie. “Mi-wo, don’t instigator!” is spoken on a daily basis. And instigator he is. He’ll head-butt her out of nowhere, feels the need to tap, poke, prod, or whack her with whatever is close by, or just slowly inch into her personal space till she can’t take it anymore. And her reactions give him such glee, I don’t see him stopping any time soon.
Note to self: Maybe he can just start focusing his angst into his music? Explore this.
3. Stories. Sophie has started “reading” herself books. She’s figured out that she can “tell” herself the stories she knows well enough by heart or piece together her own story by looking at the pictures in books she’s less familiar with. I can’t tell you quite how much this means to me. In the darkest early days of autism, we wondered if she’d be verbal, let alone be able to read. I still don’t know what the path holds for Sophie, but she continues to amaze us with her tenacity, courage, and enthusiasm for learning. She’s not really reading now, but I believe she will. And, for two parents who love reading like we love food and air, our hearts can’t help but be happy to see her take to books.
4. Twinsies. Sometimes, I accidentally dress Milo and Michael the same. Michael might ask my preference between two shirts he’s thinking of wearing. I’ll make a suggestion, then go about my morning. I’ll get the kids dressed for the day, and later when Michael comes home and Milo jumps into his arms for a hug, I realize… whoopsies. Twinners. #ginghamallthethings
5. A messy day. We had some rainy days this week, which kept us inside and cooped up. Milo has been in an extra destructive phase lately, so after dumping out the entire basket of 20 or so books all over the floor again, he looked up at me with a sigh and said, “it’s a messy day, Mama.” We’ve had a lot of messy days lately, literally and metaphorically speaking. I’m so grateful that spring break is here and that we get to have Michael home with us. We’ve been slogging through a lot of big and small decisions and experiencing All The Feelings lately, and, you know, I’ve had that though about a dozen times since Milo said that. “It’s a messy day.” Thank goodness that all days come to an end sometime and start fresh again.
Happy weekend, dear reader!
Wishing you every good thing!