Fleeting glimpses

[lollardfish]

Every so often, my son does something so astounding that I'm not sure if it actually happened. Back in May, I came across the room with a banana, and he said, "lalalablablalala-ba-na-na." He once signed a perfect "more," as opposed to the vague clapping he usually does. He's said, "woof," "ball," and a few other words. Communication is coming, but these rare glimpses are amazing, encouraging, and frustrating (because we can't replicate them).

Yesterday, he and his cousin Zoe (my littlest niece) were eating sweet snap peas. I began feeding Nico peas a few weeks ago, first just the inner peas, and then Shannon started giving him little bits of shell as well. Yesterday, I gave him half or quarter peas (depending on size), shell and all, and he crunched through them merrily. Zoe wanted peas too, and the two children sat next to each other eating them as fast as I could pull off the strings.

At one point, there was only one pea left on the table (though more to come). Nico reached out and picked it up. Zoe looked at him but didn't say anything. Nico them leaned towards her and held out the pea. Zoe looked confused, but I told her that Nico was giving it to her, so she took it, said thank you, and ate it. I rewarded them both with more peas, wondering if I had really just seen my son decide to share with his cousin.

Also, this just in - Michigan is pretty.

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[lollardfish.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you. It was absolutely intentional. He feeds me sometimes - he used to feed me blueberries, but now he sort of starts to hold out his hand with blueberries, then realizes that hey! It's a blueberry! And then he eats it.

He'll still feed me cheerios or other things that he doesn't want to eat as much, or he'll stick a spoon in my mouth. But no blueberries.