As of Late
Since I haven’t posted in a few days it’s going to be picture overload.
Once the meds started kicking in, he started getting into his old routine of constant movement.
Notice all the crayons go down the hole.
Then, he spends his time picking them up. Then doing it again.
He gets stuck under the table a lot and needs assistance on a daily basis. Maybe one day he’ll learn to color with them instead.
Outside is his favorite place to be. I can say “let’s go” and he drops everything to run for the door.
He doesn’t say much that we understand these days. Just a lot of babbling. But he has been saying “ball” but it sounds like “bowel.”
He picks up on things, though, and understands us. I can say let’s go change your diaper and he’ll run to his room and wait to get on the changing table. He does say an occasional thank you that sounds like “tatoo.”
Something I probably shouldn’t share with the world, but I thought it was funny and awkward all at once…Jack likes to follow me to the bathroom (I’ve learned to just let him go in with me rather than lock him out because hearing him throw a fit outside the door is no fun.)
Anyways, he’s started handing me toilet paper when I’m on the potty! Um, thank you?