Super E has been having a hard time learning how to talk. We have been working with therapists trying to teach him how to use sign language, choice boards and picture schedules. So you can imagine our excitement when Super E uttered his first "real" word. Finally! We have true communication going on here. But out of all of the words in the English language it had to be no. And boy does he LOVE to use his new skill!
Isn't it funny how the Internet can make you feel like a virtual mastermind.
That first one is for my hubs. He will attempt just about anything after watching a few YouTube videos... And he's usually successful.
I'm more of a professional pinner, myself. A little time on Pinterest and I think I'm a master chef, Michael Angelo, and a skilled seamstress all rolled into one (I'm really not very good at sewing).
Okay... It's official... I have gone completely, certifiably, insane!
Allow me to explain... I put Super E down for his nap today. My house was a mad house (What else is new?)... Overflowing toilet, math drama, phone ringing, dog barking, cat meowing... All of a sudden, I noticed that the baby gate had been left wide open. I went into the kitchen to look for Super E but he wasn't there. So I panicked! I was tearing the house apart, calling out his name. I even checked outside in the yard. I was frantic! And then it hit me like a bug on a windshield, "You put him to bed you crazy lady!" Boy was I relieved! Dr. X was laughing hysterically. He has been telling everyone how his mama thought she had lost his baby brother but she had really just lost her mind. What can I say... The kid's got a point.
Dr. X is so funny. We went to Walmart today and he saw a truck in a handicap space that didn't have a sticker. He immediately took out his ipad and took a photo. He said, "They are breaking the law and we need to report them to the police!" I explained that maybe they had forgotten to hang their sign on their rear view mirror or maybe they were handicaped but had driven the wrong vehicle.
Once we were inside he had to find the manager and show him the picture. "Here is proof of the crime!" he said. The manager told him that there really wasn't anything he could do. Dr. X was not satisfied. He has kept the evidence and says that we need to turn it in to the police because "You are supposed to report a crime when you see one or else you are aiding and abetting!"