This morning Thomas woke up at the crazy hour of 2 a.m. Around 2:45 he wanted up at the table for some food, so I put him up in his chair and laid myself back down on the couch. A short while later he was whining to get down, so I asked "Thomas, do you want down?" And he reached over and pushed "yes" on his GoTalk. So I got up and let him down.
At around 4:15 he wanted back up at the table to eat breakfast. So I put him up and got him some more food, then I went and laid back down on the couch again. I snoozed, and a few minutes later woke to a lot of whining. So I asked "do you want to get down?" Nothing but more whining. So again I asked "Thomas, do you want to get down, press the button and tell me." So he looks at the GoTalk board, reaches over and presses "potty".
Okay, I was a little skeptical about this, but since he actually did check out the GoTalk board first and pushed that button after some deep thought, I got up and took him into the bathroom. I sat him on the potty, read his book a few times, and he actually went poop on the potty again!!
So it wasn't just a fluke!! How exciting is this? I envision no more poopy diapers, and after almost five years of them, that is a wonderful vision!!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Go Talk Communication Device
Recently Thomas received an early birthday present. It is a communication device called a "Go Talk". Basically there are pictures placed in front of buttons. I can record a word so that when he pushes the corresponding picture, the word will play. I have programmed it with the words "Yes" "No" "More" and "Potty". The idea is to teach him to use the buttons to communicate, which will cut back on the frustration of figuring out what he wants, or doesn't want, and it will actually help with his speech in the long run.
Anyway, Thomas was sitting up at the table eating a snack this morning. I was working on my laptop sitting next to him. The "Go Talk" was near him and he pushed the "potty" button. So I said, "Do you have to go potty? if you push that button that means I have to take you to the potty." He pushed it again. So I took him into the bathroom. He sat on the potty and we read his book 3 or 4 times. I asked him twice if he was ready to get down and he pushed the "no" button. I left the bathroom to get a different book and when I came back I smelled something not-so-rosey. So I asked him if he made a stinky. I scootched him forward so I could see and sure enough, he'd made a poop on the potty!!!
This child amazes me every single day. I almost can't wait to wake up to see what else he is going to do!
Anyway, Thomas was sitting up at the table eating a snack this morning. I was working on my laptop sitting next to him. The "Go Talk" was near him and he pushed the "potty" button. So I said, "Do you have to go potty? if you push that button that means I have to take you to the potty." He pushed it again. So I took him into the bathroom. He sat on the potty and we read his book 3 or 4 times. I asked him twice if he was ready to get down and he pushed the "no" button. I left the bathroom to get a different book and when I came back I smelled something not-so-rosey. So I asked him if he made a stinky. I scootched him forward so I could see and sure enough, he'd made a poop on the potty!!!
This child amazes me every single day. I almost can't wait to wake up to see what else he is going to do!
Monday, January 14, 2008
He said it...
He said it...
The word I've been waiting for was finally, FINALLY, uttered from the sweet lips of my baby boy.
"Mama"
One word. One sweet word from my amazing guy.
A day I prayed for. A day I hoped for. A day I wished for with all my heart but was never sure it would really come.
But it did, and I realize that I need to keep on praying. Keep on hoping. Keep on wishing with all my heart and believing that the days will come when he will do the things I long for him to do.
It happened Thursday afternoon. I was working on a website for a new client but Thomas wanted to look at the Nissan website on my laptop. So I pulled it up for him and we looked through all the available models. While we were looking I received an email so I quickly clicked over to see what it was. This did not sit well with Thomas, who was not quite finished looking at the cars. So he began to get an attitude, as most soon-to-be five-year-olds will do. I turned to him and said, say "mama" and we can look at the cars again. Some more whining ensued, but a moment later he looked straight into my eyes and said "Mama."
Of course then I was too excited to switch screens, hugging and kissing him, cheering and applauding his accomplishment. All the while encouraging him to say it again. No such luck. Each request for the word mama was returned by Thomas with a kiss. Kisses are nice too, but I was on a "mama" high and wanted to hear it again. However I do know when to stop pressing my luck, so I returned to the Nissan website and we continued browsing for Thomas' dream car.
A few hours later he was at the dinner table, and he ran out of juice. Next thing you know I hear "mamamamamamama." So this time I was low-key about it and just refilled his juice. Okay, I did ask him to say "mama" before I refilled it. And he did answer me with "umma." Close enough kiddo, close enough.
After that requests for "mama" to be said were met with "babababa" or just plain old fashioned gobbledegook. Although I did get one more mama at random from across the room.
The next morning Thomas woke up way too early for any civilized human being to wake up. As I groggily got him some breakfast and strapped him into his booster seat, I kept asking him to say mama. Hey, it was 4 a.m. If he could wake me at that ungodly hour I had the right to make my request! Nothing doing though, so I came back to my couch and laid down where I could still watch him, and promptly dozed off. A short while later I awoke to "Mamamamamamama!" So I hopped up, did a happy dance, and went and got my big, sweet, wonderful, amazing boy down from his chair and smothered him with kisses and hugs before I let him down to play.
What an amazing little boy I have, don't you agree?
The word I've been waiting for was finally, FINALLY, uttered from the sweet lips of my baby boy.
"Mama"
One word. One sweet word from my amazing guy.
A day I prayed for. A day I hoped for. A day I wished for with all my heart but was never sure it would really come.
But it did, and I realize that I need to keep on praying. Keep on hoping. Keep on wishing with all my heart and believing that the days will come when he will do the things I long for him to do.
It happened Thursday afternoon. I was working on a website for a new client but Thomas wanted to look at the Nissan website on my laptop. So I pulled it up for him and we looked through all the available models. While we were looking I received an email so I quickly clicked over to see what it was. This did not sit well with Thomas, who was not quite finished looking at the cars. So he began to get an attitude, as most soon-to-be five-year-olds will do. I turned to him and said, say "mama" and we can look at the cars again. Some more whining ensued, but a moment later he looked straight into my eyes and said "Mama."
Of course then I was too excited to switch screens, hugging and kissing him, cheering and applauding his accomplishment. All the while encouraging him to say it again. No such luck. Each request for the word mama was returned by Thomas with a kiss. Kisses are nice too, but I was on a "mama" high and wanted to hear it again. However I do know when to stop pressing my luck, so I returned to the Nissan website and we continued browsing for Thomas' dream car.
A few hours later he was at the dinner table, and he ran out of juice. Next thing you know I hear "mamamamamamama." So this time I was low-key about it and just refilled his juice. Okay, I did ask him to say "mama" before I refilled it. And he did answer me with "umma." Close enough kiddo, close enough.
After that requests for "mama" to be said were met with "babababa" or just plain old fashioned gobbledegook. Although I did get one more mama at random from across the room.
The next morning Thomas woke up way too early for any civilized human being to wake up. As I groggily got him some breakfast and strapped him into his booster seat, I kept asking him to say mama. Hey, it was 4 a.m. If he could wake me at that ungodly hour I had the right to make my request! Nothing doing though, so I came back to my couch and laid down where I could still watch him, and promptly dozed off. A short while later I awoke to "Mamamamamamama!" So I hopped up, did a happy dance, and went and got my big, sweet, wonderful, amazing boy down from his chair and smothered him with kisses and hugs before I let him down to play.
What an amazing little boy I have, don't you agree?
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