Catching Up. One Month at a Time

Butters loves his wagon rides

I try really hard to keep up with the blog, the laundry, the kitchen cleaning, the therapies, the friggin' despicable Learning to Listen sounds that we may never hear the end of, and everything else that falls in between.

It's the little things that you have to pay attention to in an effort to keep the last tiny threads of sanity that you have left.  After a short visit back home to South Carolina earlier last week (Butters stayed home with his dad, this was a working trip to help my parents), Hubbers took the rest of the week off and we all just chilled.  It was fabulous.   I didn't do the floors, I didn't dust much, I didn't do much of anything.  And I didn't care!  Of course, I will be cursing myself tomorrow morning, but I have simply been forced to acknowledge that there is only so much that one person can do.  It's the letting go of control that is the hardest part.  I may never completely get past that (refer to my posts from last year about trying to let go), but I'm making a valiant effort to do so. More so than last year. There was no way in hades last year that I wouldn't have gone a day without swiffering the kitchen floor.  Making progress.  I rest my case.

De-cluttering my brain will be an ongoing struggle as well, but it will come in time, as with most anything, and I can't control everything that happens.  I repeat this to myself sometimes twice a day, "Whatever happens, happens.  Control what you can and let the rest fall into place."

And speaking of "Happenings,"  Butters' language is coming along nicely, albeit a bit slowly, but that's okay.

As much as we have been working on language all day every day, it's the passive language that he is playing with nowadays.  Dammit.  

This is his word list post one month bilateral activation, and at twenty months old:

"Mom Mom"  is still a big hit (especially with Mom Mom herself when he looks right at me when he says it).

"Uh Uh"  he said this today when hubbers asked him if he wanted to be picked up. 

"Ga Ga,"  "Gop Gop"   I have no idea what this means.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"   he says this a lot now and it's probably a result of his listening in while I'm on the phone with my mom, and when I'm listening to hubbers in the evening.  I tend to say this a lot especially when I'm half-listening. 

And despite what all the therapists say about a child needing to hear a word about a thousand times before they will say it, he still has not said, "No No!"