Friday, August 28, 2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


When Andrew was learning to talk (actual words) he would seem to be the clearest right as he was waking up either from a night's respite or his afternoon nap. He would rattle off a whole lot of words. The words were clear. The point often was not. As we are anticipating listening to Jay's onslaught of speech, I've overlooked how incredibly well-spoken Andrew has become. He is so easily able to explain his ideas, fairly patient with us when we don't get it the first time (or 20x) and has started to really come to utilize a rich imagination coupled with a long memory. (This can be good and bad.)

I was reminded this morning, however, of those early days when he would prattle on about what I assumed were his dreams. Upon waking, he asked me (as he searched in the bed and on the floor by the bed), "where did the boing-a-boing go?" I asked him what a boing-a-boing was, and he then as only (I think) a boy can...described with lots of gestures with his fists and arms, and motor noises that a boing-a-boing goes boing! You know, engine noises, movement, boing! He said it twice for clarity. It reminded so much of a time I woke up in the middle of the night searching in my sheets for my softball glove because I was having a dream about being 9 and searching for my glove in the dugout of my little league team before we took the field. Well, it was neat to see him operating in that world where you're awake but not fully conscious of reality and still have one foot in the dreamworld.

Oh, how I wish I could see into that little mind. Still, I'll settle for these wonderful glimpses.