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stack the blocks


I love so much about this picture.
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The happy glow of the sun.
The sparkle in his eyes.
The cheeky in his smile.
The fact that he actually posed. Like, stood still for more than two seconds and posed.
The crooked pants. A subtle hint that he recently visited the potty and pulled his pants up by himself.
The orange shoe laces.
The Stitch shirt. A Halloween costume made by a Trevy fan.
The hemiparesis curl of his right hand and arm. A reminder of all he has been through. Has overcome.
The way his chin is lifted. So proud of his accomplishment.
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And the blocks.

Stacked neatly from biggest to smallest. In a giant tower of sequencing. A tower of miracles.

Trevy struggles with sequencing. It is not his thang.

Has never been his thang.

He’s been working at stacking these blocks since his Early Intervention days! And if I’m totally honest…there were many times I secretly thought he’d never get it.

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I love this picture so much because it captured a million “try again”s until he finally did it. He did it! Oh sure, I gave him a little bit of prompting. But really…he did it! That boy. He’s always proving me wrong.

And of course, immediately after posing for a quick picture snap, he turned to jump and send it crashing down again.

Take that, you silly old blocks!

…danielle

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