I love that word.
Aw, give me a break. It’s not for the reason you think.
I love it when it comes out of Noah’s mouth.
A new word.
Noah’s birthday was Sunday. We’ve been doing lots of talking about birthdays.
Yesterday my mom came to visit. I asked Noah, “Who had a birthday?”
“Me,” he said with his hand to his chest.
“Me,” he said, clear as a bell.
He did it again today for his speech therapist.
Don’t ya just love it when you have a witness to the amazing stuff your courageous kiddo is doing?
What is your courageous kiddo doing today that he wasn’t doing six months ago?