as monkey nears closer to 3, i am just smitten with all things sticky and little boy.
and given all our struggles with moose regarding language, every word and tantrum from monkey is savored, welcomed even.
and as 3 approaches, his sweet 2 year old approximations begin to wane like calling:
ice cream “ox soup”
comfy cozy “comzy cozy”
or food he really likes “doolicious”
despite his big boy bed built by daddy, monkey is often found in the mornings cozied up on the floor.
not a day goes by without wearing mommy or daddy’s shoes…
within the past few months, he’s taught himself the alphabet and corresponding sounds. and now, is starting to”read” books by memory. he’s also speaking in paragraphs.
it runs in the family. my mom says i was fully reading by age 4.
monkey loves to pretend play and play with other kids. it’s a sigh of relief. as an autism mama, you worry about your subsequent children and everyone else’s children…
he recently started on the big boy swing alongside his brother.
and his nana. each Tuesday, they spend the day together while Moose and I head to speech and OT.
“I don’t like underpants!” “No potty!” “I love my diaper!” : these pretty much sum up our potty-training, or lack thereof.
maybe our 2s are not-so-terrible, because his diet is so clean. minimal sugar. no gluten. no soy. only the occasional goat/sheep cheese. never a drop of food coloring.
he really is a blessing. And the best little therapist to his brother moose, that money can’t buy…