On the nothing has changed front: I still hate to blog. I hate writing, I hate remembering I need to write, I hate trying to think up some cool post name (which is why I absolutely never do). But I do love reading my old posts. Sigh.
Everything has changed: Jack is talking!!! At almost 4 he’s finally really talking. Sunday I had a meeting the kids had to attend with me (since Tj is deployed as of last Friday and the childcare wasn’t open yet). Max was all set with a movie, Jack made do with colors/books, empty Easter eggs, the blinds on the window, marching around the room chanting gibberish, a corn dog, jellybeans, etc. He did pretty well, but when I went to drop him off an hour later at childcare he really balked. He held onto the door and wouldn’t go in and was just generally fussing. Finally he said ‘please’. As always I asked him ‘please what?’ never expecting an answer…usually he just fussed and repeats ‘please’ a million times but never makes it to what he wants. This time he said ‘house’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I almost cried. How wonderful to hear my boy talk. He’s done that a (very) few times lately, but this was the most abstract thing he’s asked for. Amazing. It’s amazing how wonderful things are when you have to work so hard for them. The first time he really asked for something was also last week (April 23). He’d been playing in the bath for an hour and started fussing. I asked him what he wanted and he said “Jack, down, play”. Brilliant. Thank you, God.
I took everything Max did for granted. I remember standing at the back glass door of our house in Georgia and holding Max when he was brand new, and just thanking God for how healthy and wonderful Max was. I thought I wasn’t taking him for granted. But seeing how hard we (and the therapists) have to push to get Jack to do anything…it makes me realize how little I had to do with Max learning everything he’s learned.
Thursday I walked into therapy to pick Jack up and his shirt was on backwards…the lady said Jack put it on himself!!! Another miracle.
The flip side is how long we’ve gotten to enjoy this ‘baby’. The soft sounds that come out of his mouth are so sweet. Those sounds that you don’t usually hear after the first 18 months or so. His hands are just becoming more boy-like, but they’re still soft and fat. His little body is so sweet. Max is so tall and skinny; boy, strong, not really sweet. Great, but not baby. It’s hard to describe, but I think anyone who’s seen their baby grow to childhood knows what I’m talking about.
Jack is really drinking out of a cup now. I still give him sippys when we go anywhere, but at home if I’m not in a rush (like every Tue/Thur/Sun morning) then I’ll give him a cup. Don’t know if I’ve blogged this yet, but he had been doing really well, but as soon as he spills more than a drop he would just pour the rest out and play in it. Silly kid. Today he had a cup at all 3 meals and didn’t spill more than a couple of drops each meal…and he didn’t pour it out after, either.