Tag Archives: Word Games

When is a Bus Not Just a Bus?

You know how exciting it is when you hear your new talker say a new word from the back seat as you drive on your merry way?  That awesome moment when you ask yourself, “Did he really just say that?” and then, sure enough, he says it again.  And that new word that to anyone else is just a word becomes to you the pivoting point that the world is resting on?

Well that happened today.  Just driving down our old country road on the way to the recycling plant.  I heard “bus” in Noah’s unmistakable gruff voice.  No way.  There was a school bus heading our way, but no way could Noah have seen it before he said “bus.”  So then I glanced in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, we had already passed one bus.

I looked over at Leah and said, “Did he just say bus?”


Well, I hooped and hollered and Noah growled and said and signed “Stop.”  (He hates it when I get all excited about his speech.)

More busses.  “Bus, bus,” I prompted.  More growling.  And then as the next two school busses passed, it was reported from the back seat that Noah was whispering “bus” (knowing Mama just couldn’t help but get excited if she heard it).

Next thing you know, all the kids, including Noah were playing a game of being the first person to say “bus” when another bus was spotted.

Talk (no pun intended) about being in  the right place at the right time!

Raising a courageous hero with Down syndrome rocks!

(Once kids with speech issues start playing games like this, keep the game going by looking for school busses on all your drives and shout out “bus” each time you see one – perhaps the kiddo will join right in, and you’ve just captured a few more word productions for free.)

He May Have Down Syndrome, But He’s No Angel

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There are times I’m tempted to believe what “they” say about people with Down syndrome.  Angels, absolute angels.

But then there’s Noah.

I adore him, no doubt about it, but his “angelicness” is fading further and further into the past.

It seems that even with his extremely limited vocabulary, he’s picked up a word that he loves to say, and it is highly irritating to his siblings.

He picked it up from Seth, of course, who has decided every time somebody doesn’t give him what he wants, they are bad, and he enjoys telling them so.

So “bad” has become Noah’s favorite word to the point he sends some of his siblings off in tears by his use of it.  He’s absolutely fascinated that with one word he has the power to rock somebody’s world.

I’m trying to train him out of it, a flick to the hand, a sorry in sign language and then having him give comfort (a hug) to his “victim.”

For now, the repentance ritual is worth the thrill of the use of the word.

Nope, no angels here.