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I was in a (rare these days) playful mood tonight. Which explains why I was sitting there. On their bedroom floor. Surrounded by Webkinz. Casualties of stuffed animal wars. The kids were losing.



And clamoring for my attention.



Loudly.



You'd think they don't get enough mommy time...what with schooling at home n' such.



::wink::



I was shushing their ruckus. Because I'd noticed something Trevy was doing. His silent determination caught my eye. Even though we've seen some (beautiful) language emerging. Trevor is still a really quiet little guy. He's this muted little ball of energy running here, there and everywhere. Without a peep. But leaving toys strewn in his wake all the same! An art daddy was able to appreciate when I left the boys home yesterday afternoon. I must admit. I was smiling (smugly) on the inside when I opened the door to find an exasperated Jonathan. Surrounded by everything dump-able and Trevy level. Suddenly much more open to the idea of my hiring a mommy's helper for a few months.



This time Trevy was working with a purple shoe. Bristel's. It was turned the wrong way. Which he seemed to understand. And was thinking really hard to figure out how it was supposed to go.



I watched in amazement. Feeling my heart swell. The kids clamoring was lowering in volume. But Trevy was oblivious to us anyway. He just kept at it. Fidgeting. Moving. Turning. Drool pooling in his mouth and running down the front of his jammies. That happens when he's thoughtful.



Until finally...



He put it precisely the right way for wearing.



I couldn't resist shouting to the big kids...



Look...he knows!



Toby and Bristel stopped their shanagins. Four pint sized mitts still armed with Webkinz. And looked Trevy's way with me.



Just in time to see him...







STRADDLE...SQUAT AND SIT ON IT!







(Evidently he thinks shoes are supposed to be ridden. But how amazing is it that he gets the point that they are meant to take us somewhere?!)



Which made us all hit the carpet. Bristel saying between giggles...



Guess not, mommy!



Close enough, hon...I sighed.



Cause sometimes close...is enough...to make my heart sing!







ps. Later on Trevy was spotted grinning and shuffling around sporting one of the Toby's shoes...so maybe he does get it after all?!

Comments

Anonymous said…
So much thinking, so many connections being made.

Fabulous :)

kt x
Dora's Daddy said…
Enjoyed this...made me smile. Thank you for sharing it. God Bless that boy!
Sinead said…
Of course he knows. Sometimes I think there is a lot going on in the inside that is just struggling to make itself known.
Anonymous said…
I love it!!! See, there's more than one way to use a shoe!!

xoxo~sheila
Danielle said…
Thanks guys...

They told us post surgery that Trevy's life would be a series of plateaus and developmental booms. We'd been on a plateau for awhile...right through Christmas. And right about the time it was seriously getting to me...boom! He's suddenly doing all kinds of new things. Saying...in his own way...all kinds of new words! The booms are fun...

...danielle
JSmith5780 said…
YAY! Keep up the great work Trevy! We are all so proud of you!
Adesta said…
Yeah he knows alright. Maybe he just realized that it was a girls shoe so he decided not to wear it after all??? :)

Does my heart good to read how well Trevy is doing Danielle. Keep up the great work Trevy!!!! {hugs to all}
Colby said…
Tears, tears, tears....Joyful tears....

Thank you so much for continuing to give me hope....

Cyndi

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