At this time stamp, Thomas has shown us the most delightful laugh. We know it can be elicited with rolling him over and over and tickling his neck. He has gone from shaking with fear when the dogs are around to feeding them and holding the leash. His independent spirit has broken somewhat free and he is (like his sister) very interested in latching his own seat belts and going up and down stairs without my hand. It is a far far change from our first couple of days home in which I had to hold him continuously. I think the secret is in the squeaky shoes. Wearing them seems to bolster his confidence.
He loves music, enjoys the little piano tremendously, and noticeably relaxes when we sing to him.
We are working on communication, moving from grunts and wails to "mama help" and "mama please." It's a process.
His cries are guttural and deeply intense. I can't tell if he's grieving, but sometimes I hold him through it in case he is, not trying to suppress or stop the cry.
A day at a time, from moment to moment, trying to breathe, slow down, and see the forest when the trees are being whiny. :)
|Watching Baba power wash|
|discovering sticks and dirt|
|helping clean out mama's summer garden|
|what are we supposed to be looking at?|