Feb. 2, Feast of the Presentation of Our Lord, and Feast of Candlemas.
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014."
Afon: in pajamas one morning on the messy sofa bed, getting ready to go to "school" for the day. Those dimples!
Something happened. He turned a corner. A piece of clockwork shifted. He wasn't speaking, actively resisting speaking, even in speech therapy, for the longest time. Now, only two weeks before his third birthday, his vocabulary has burst into bloom with the azaleas. It makes things so. much. easier. I'm more convinced than ever (which I've said before, so you can imagine the affirmation) that he's smart smart smart. Stubborn and smart. I only need show him once and he picks up a skill immediately.
He's been playing a lot with his puzzles recently, and he has his own ideas about which pieces ought to go where. But when I showed him this morning how, not just the shape of the piece, but the colors and lines need to fit or match, he watched in silence, and then sorted through the pieces, and picked the right one for the right fit, without trial and error. Then he did it again. And then again. No mistakes. No hesitations. I'm over the moon. If this is what it feels like to teach the most important person in your world a new thing, I'm surely looking forward to home-school.