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Walter’s Words

31 Dec

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There was a great long time that I was worried about Walter’s words. I knew they were in there, but I was worried about when they would come out. He had reached two without really saying much. And I’m thankful for those of you who were supportive of him and me and said, “Don’t worry. He’s going to talk.” Because he sure did! And we love it! He’s gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye, and it’s kind of unbelievable to witness.

Some of my favorite things:

“Mama, come play!”

“Help mama help”

“Pwease mama pwease”

He walked in to the kitchen one morning saying “Purple da-da-do” over and over again and I was confused until he held out a purple “W” letter magnet.

“Quesada” is quesadilla.

“Oopsala” which he learned from his German aunt and cousin.

“Alright that’s enough”

“Oh no, what happened?”

I sneezed this morning and my polite son said “Bless you”

Walter’s Christmas present to me (besides letting us sleep in til 9:30 during vacation) was at a family dinner. It was loud and he was saying something repeatedly. I leaned in and asked him what it was that he was saying. He said, “I love you mama” unprompted for the first time! There really isn’t anything better than that, or him.

I hope your New Year looks as bright with new possibilities as mine does.

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Mountain Bling

28 Oct

Walt and I went to music class last week after Dave and I got home from our retreat in North Carolina. I found out our music teacher, whom we love, was also in Black Mountain while we were there. She was at something called the Leaf Festival, where they play music, camp, join in on drum circles, and artists sell their wares. Sounds like a lot of fun, actually.

Adina brought back this very cool instrument that a man named Jonathan Rose had made out of used propane tanks. It makes a most beautiful sound. Who knew?

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I always love the small world feeling you get when you see all these coincidences in your life. My father is on the board of Blossman Gas, a fantastic family-owned propane business in the Southeast. I plan on at least attempting to connect these people together for retail purposes; it could be fun for them both!

And while Walter loves music class and has really blossomed there, Adina has played an even bigger role in our lives. I was struggling with Walter’s lack of talking and looking into speech therapy, but unsure if it was really necessary to spend the money when Walter seems so bright. I was on the fence of “every child develops differently” and “maybe he needs some help”. I mentioned this to Adina and she pushed me again to teach him sign language. My response was: I’ve tried a million times and he just smiles at me! But I’ll give it one more go I guess!

That week was the magic week. He picked up on signing a few words, and it must have flipped a switch in his brain. He went from 30 to 60+ words in the last couple weeks, copies sounds and words we make, speaks in phrases, and uses signs without prompting. He’s really getting it and it’s really fun to watch. I knew it was in there (I wasn’t worried about that part of it), but I wanted it to come out!

The best part has been when we went grocery shopping the other day, without any prompting ever on my part, he pointed to the wine section and said repeatedly, “Wine! Wine! Wine!” … That’s my boy!

“The opposite of spiritual is not material, but impersonal.” – Peter Hobbie