Jack is still sleeping. And so, I naval gaze, um, blog.
Oh wait, actually I am going to totally punt and just post some pictures (we finally got a new camera after months of agonizing, Canon, Nikon, Canon, Nikon? A question for the ages…)those who know me well know that I am oddly, and to a fault, decisive so just guess who the waffler was? go on, guess.
On to the main event:
What?! This is how everyone drives in Brooklyn
Out in front.
Tomorrow is the two year anniversary of when we went into the hospital. And, as advertised, it is much more muted than last year what with the general hysterics and all.
While much has changed, one thing remains the same – We live our lives with this feeling of amazing gratitude because everyday, we get to wake up to this:
Could you really ask for much more?
He won’t even let the kid play in peace! I wonder what will happen when he gets his NEW camara?
We’ve been pretty low key about the speech delay thing around Jack. But the fact is, the kid is delayed, apparently about 37% delayed per Early Intervention. So. We’ve been pretty creative with the communication with him. We greet each new word with excitement, including the word, “no.”
That’s right. Jack has recently learned the word, “no.” I understand that many parents are dismayed when this happens, (and that it usually happens much earlier), but us? We’re delighted.
It used to be that if Jack wanted something we’d play a guessing game, a looong drawn up guessing game. “Would you like juice, or milk?” was often met with an exasperated look and then perhaps some flinging of the offending item. Today I asked Jack if he wanted Juice and he shook his head “no,” so I prodded him a bit more (I am that kind of Mom after all), “juice?” I asked again, all innocent…and there it was clear as day, emphatic even, “NO.” I kissed him.
Despite the 37% delay he’s getting much better at telling us what he wants. We were reading The Little Engine that Could this weekend and we passed the page talking about the oranges and apples and creamy milk (with peppermints and lollipops for dessert) when Jack removed the book from my hands and returned to the milk page. I didn’t get it at first so I read it to him again and then turned the page. He did it again, pulled the book away and turned it back to the milk page. So I asked, “Jack, would you like some milk” and he signed “yes, milk” and then he spoke… “prreeaze.”
* full attribution to Sam Huxley.
We have entered tantrum land here. The first one or two were pretty alarming, Jack is so snuggly that not being able to touch him as he freaks the eff’ out is a little weird. The tantrums go for about 20 minutes and involve a lot of sideways angry glances towards me. 2 hours later we get hugs.
Maybe my son is a teenage girl?
He’s also become a bit of a brute. He pushes back from the table with a lot of force, and throws his hands up in the air, aggressively signing “all done!” (well, aggressive as ASL lets you get). He threw a wooden ball at Sidney’s head the other day and the THWOCK!!! sound was heard all the way at the other end of the apartment.
It’s amazing to us that the 2 pound 3 ounce preemie is now a big boy. With opinions, and such.