Owen is starting to attempt to write his name. He's quick to give up, but with lots of praise and encouragement he can soon see, HE CAN DO IT! He just passed an egg challenge, he tested low positive for an egg allergy way back when, and we've been waiting until he would cooperate to challenge in the office...which means he tasted tiny bits of egg, and more and more over the course of 4 hours to make sure he didn't have an allergic reaction. He didn't react, and he even told me he liked the plain unseasoned egg. So there's hope to add another protein to his diet! Woohoo!
Noah still isn't sure which hand to write with, but he's always will to try anything and everything. He's amazing me with how much more I can understand him now than 6 months ago. He's go so much to say, and he's learning to communicate it more clearly everyday! His energy level is through the roof, I wish I could have an ounce of it, just to make it through the week!! I cannot wait to take him on some new adventures over these next few weeks!
Lyla is amazing. She's talking more, echoing us all the time. Tonight she even initiated conversation with us on a few occasions! It was amazing. She was clearly asking for food she wanted at the table. "I want chicken. Thank you much!" "I want......(she paused to think of what the right word for watermelon was)...gummies." pointing at the watermelon. I told her what it was and dished some out, when that was gone she said, "I want watermelon." (wah-meyon) Outside we have a table that has stone tiles, 2 are broken. She's look at me to get my attention and when she had it, she points to the broken piece and says "Oh no! What happened? It's broken!" WHAT????!!!! I was floored! Yes it is broken I said and she then points to the other piece that was broken and repeated herself. It doesn't mean much to anyone but us...but it's her telling us, she's getting what's going on around her. She is observing way more than we probably give her credit for. I'm guilty of saying "oh well she's not paying attention..." and moving on to the next kid or whatever... but she is paying attention. She's pulling us into her world a little bit at a time...at her pace...on her terms. And Lyla, I'm okay with that.
Phew. It was hard to type all that out through the happy tears. but there it is. My 32 weekers are turing 4 years old tomorrow. They are amazingly smart little people, who overflow our home with love and laughter. I am so lucky to be called "Mom" (or "Daddy" as Lyla calls me most of the time) by these children.
Here's to another great year ahead! FOUR
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