He made it through a meal at a restaurant recently without his DVD player. I thought, this is it! But no, we're back on it again. After six years, he began sleeping through the night. WOo-Hoo!! Now, two years later, he gives us a hard time about going to bed, alternating with getting up in the middle of the night again. I grew accustomed to hearing his garbled words. They dried up. Yesterday they were back stronger than ever. Even saying "ring pop" when I asked him what kind of lollipop he wanted - that is after he told me he wanted a "olli-pop!" His reciprocal language is even more advanced. I don't always have to look at him or get his complete attention. I can even yell from another room! This is unbelievable. I didn't recognize the extent until recently. I was making his bed and James wanted to watch a movie. I thought it too late for one of his potentially excitable ones, so I told him that yes, we could watch one, but to pick from ours. I never looked at him. He left me. When I went into the living room, I was flabbergasted to find my son sitting on the couch holding a boring, grown up movie.
So what was learned here? No clue. I am just keeping steady. Trudging on, pushing forward, plodding along. Doing my best to keep us on a even track because James' mind doesn't work that way.
