Baby stepping

I’m telling everyone in earshot that IT Boy and I had the bath of a lifetime last night.  He picked up every toy in the tub and, in his own IT language, asked what each toy was.  He went in order, red soccer ball, blue soccer ball, green soccer ball, then repeating it, until Buzz Lightyear would float by and he’s go in order with him, Zurg, and the gang.  I told him, again and again, the name of each toy, and he kept it up till the water was cold and his teeth were chattering.  He also made up a game with one of the tub toy balls (with IT Boy, it’s all about the balls) where he picked it up and ran it down the baby tub until it splashed in the water.  When it did, he clapped.  It’s the first time he’s been that curious about the world around him to care enough to ask about it.  I was thrilled and would have stayed in there all night with him.  He’s getting another bath tonight.  He’ll be pruny, but we’ll have a good time

Then, this morning, when his speech therapist arrived, he made the “more” sign with his hands, just like she had been teaching him.  He kept signing as we put him in the high chair, his own way of saying, “Bring it, babe.”

I feel like we’re starting to see progress from the speech therapy and special instruction.  That’s the thing with the little moments.  When you’re gone without them for so long, they mean so much.  What a great night.