I was going through some flash cards with Owen. He’d tell me what the picture was, then flip the card over and read the letters to spell it. Most of the words were short, like apple, sun, barn, and lamp. Then we got to skateboard—and he turned it over and said “Wow! That’s a lot of letters!”
He was sitting on the toilet in an attempt to poop (what he has to do when we see him grunting or find poop in his butt). He talks about anything but pooping, which is hilarious. Tonight was:
- “Mama, that’s a pretty picture of rocks!” (About a picture of petoskey stones on a beach above the toilet.)
- “Mama, where’d the fire candle go?” (One of the times in the bathroom with him, I lit the candle.)
- “Mama, can I see the timer? I need to see the timer.” (He has to sit there for 10 minutes, and I made the mistake of showing him the timer on my phone once and now he won’t shut up about it.)
- “Mama, you have a poop spot on your leg.” (It was a bruise.)
He doesn’t shut up the entire time. He’s full of stories and imagination and things like this…
