We are home from church again with yucky coughs, enlarged tonsils, and runny noses, so I decided to at least provide a life lesson this morning. I instructed Zach to go up, get out of his PJ's and get dressed - all by himself. And do you know what? He went upstairs, got out of his PJ's and got dressed - with a few verbal commands hollered up the stairs and a little assistance with a backwards shirt.
Now, think back to one year ago. Do you remember that Zach could not even communicate with us? Do you remember that he would have a full tantrum on the floor if we demanded he at least sign "cup" when he wanted a drink? Do you remember that we had to go to an ENT specialist to have his hearing tested, then go through 12 weeks of speech therapy and follow a home plan all the way through the spring, summer, and fall before we got full sentences and finally an actual conversation with him?
We've come a long way, baby.
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