These kind of weeks - when everything goes smoothly - scare me. Why can't I just relax and enjoy it? What the heck is wrong with me? Well, at least James is enjoying me! I am exhausted because I have been playing (not redirecting, not "keeping busy," but truly playing) with my son since he got home from school. How wonderful is that? Besides our usual puzzles, books, balls, music, and movies, James is also back to his daily walks after school or therapy. We still stop at the local deli and pick out a treat. Yesterday James did something new. He picked out Hawaiian Punch but when he brought it to the counter, he spied the lollipops. When he pointed to them, the owner's son reminded him that "Mommy says 'Only ONE treat.'" James wavered but decided on the drink and pushed the bottle toward the clerk. We left and stopped to hang out and watch the kids walking home from school. It's at the top of our street and there is quite a "parade" at about three o'clock. After a bit, James motioned at the cap that was in my hand. "You want to close the bottle?" "Yeah," he said and I helped him. Instead of continuing on our walk, he trots back inside the deli, walks up and puts the drink on the counter. Nothing happened. So James points at the fella, pushes the bottle toward him, points at the lollipops and nods! We all burst out laughing. Everyone was so proud that James understood the concept of ONE (but no one more than me). He got that lollipop and the drink was stashed on a bag so James couldn't see that he still had that treat, too. Did I mention that he said "Mom" twice today? Once as he kissed my hand? I know, like father like son.
