mended

Can I tell you what a relief it was to wake up this morning and start a new week? Last week was one for the record books. I am oh so glad it is over.

Reese is doing fantabulous. I am amazed at the amount of noise coming from his little mouth. His communication has increased dramatically since Thursday. In fact, on Friday my mom noticed that when a train rumbled by {yes, we live near the tracks} he actually stopped mid-play and looked around. Can you believe he had never heard the train before?

We have even started saying some words other than "Mama"--- Nonna {nuh-nuh}, please {pees}, and juice {juh}. I refuse to believe it is a coincidence that he started talking the day after having tubes.

Now that he is feeling spiffy, we are back to battling his strong will. This morning we were enjoying snuggling on the couch when he decided to pull my hair. When I let him know that hair pulling is not appropriate behavior, he spit in my face. Let's just say he probably won't be doing that again. I made it very clear that sweet boys do not spit in people's faces. Ever.

Sassy pants will return to school tomorrow for the first time in a week. I pray for his teachers. After an entire week of undivided grandparent/aunt/great grandparent attention, this little squirt has been loved rotten.