Lucky Thirteen and Counting

 "Parker please look at mommy."

"Parker please smile for mommy."

"Will you do it for a coke?"

CHEESE!

I AM NOT ABOVE BRIBERY.

That’s my ice cream sandwich he is eating. I bought him the dibs. He ate those first and then came after mine.

It was a good ice cream sandwich, but at this point he can have it.

He got it all in

Oh nevermind

one more time

Open wide son

Awww sweet summer 

 drizzling down baby arms.  

There are no words for this post.  I will let you all add your own story to yesterday’s saga.  

To my sweetest Parker,

You do not talk….. at all.  You make a hell of a lot of noise, and sometimes we think we hear words, but nothing, even simple words, are coming out of your mouth. Is something wrong with you, or are you just a boy?  I have had enough kids at this point to know when I should start paying attention to this.  I am now paying attention and therefore blogging about it.  So when I am busy filling out all the paperwork for countless neuro-psych evals that I will fill out for you for the rest of your life, I will know, without a shadow of a doubt, that at 20 months you were NOT making normal 20 month old babble and/or attempts at language.  

So tell me dear Parker, did we ruin you by immersing you in sign language, or did you just pick it up so quickly because you knew something we didn’t? You know and use more signs than Pickle does.  You continue to amaze us with your recall and multiple word signs.  I wish I knew if I over flooded your little brain with too much info to learn even simple "mama, dada" or if you simply "know" the words, know the meaning, and know the sign, and therefore don’t need to mess with vocalization.  

You are smart.  VERY smart.  Today, you got the vacuum out of the closet, wheeled it onto the rug, unwound the cord, and attempted to plug it in to the outlet until Bronson caught you and yelled. You help dad cook every morning.   Unfortunately, you know how to turn on the stove, and the TV and the computer.  You can go in and out of the house, you let your sister out of time-out often.  You think you know how to drive the car and get pissed off if we don’t let you.  You run the dishwasher when we don’t want you to.  You start and stop my laundry when I forget to set the child lock. You start the tub and shower.  You are a maniac.  We don’t dare take our eyes off you.  But to ask you to verbalize your wants and needs, that’s like asking Charlie to stop barking.  It’s just NOT going to happen.  

Sweet baby,  

Can you talk? 

love, mommy

I am missing Parker so much. Shaylee recorded this on her phone and sent it to me. I have watched it a dozen times. He thinks it’s funny when Shaylee raises her eyebrows. Go figure.

Shaylee made Toll House Cookie’s last night.  While her back was turned to the mixmaster, Parker got a stool and climbed on the counter and helped himself to the beaters.  I am just glad he only ate the beaters and didn’t turn them on.  I shutter to think about the mess and injury that child could have caused in a split second.  You forget how fast and able these "typical" kids are.  It blows my mind.  

This morning Parker man had his first swimming lesson.  Let’s just say, he enjoyed his first taste of cookie dough a hell of a lot more than his swimming lesson.  We will just leave it at that.