Come On Dad

Noah said another sentence!  Noah asked J for something and J had told him just a minute and apparently J wasn’t being fast enough for Noah so he blurted out, “Come on Dad!” 

This was the first time he has ever called J Dad. He has been calling him “Daddy” for years but shortened it to Dad this time. It was very teenagerish. (So much of what Noah does is not age appropriate so when he acts like a teen I love it. Never thought you'd hear a parent say that, eh?)

As I mentioned before, Noah’s talking is not consistent at all and after fifteen years of just a handful of short words, every time Noah says something we are taken aback. J and I look at each other say “Did he just say…..”

We’re not really sure what has caused Noah to be forming more words and sentences. It could have something to do with the seizure but at the same time it could have nothing to do with the seizure and it could just be ironic that the talking began just two days after the grand mal. We’ll never really know for sure. And there’s no way to tell if this is something that is going to continue or not so we are just going to treasure it and celebrate each and every little sentence he utters for the small miracle it is.

She's not Bad

In one of the follow up posts about Noah’s grand mal seizure I mentioned that since the seizure Noah had been blurting out some words. This has slowly continued. It is not consistent by any means but hey, we’ll take what we can get and are overjoyed at anything that comes out of his mouth.

Yesterday morning while I was getting Noah ready for school, I had let his puppy Paisley outside to take care of business and she began barking. Paisley rarely barks so I went to check on her and let her inside. She ran into Noah and was still barking and I said, “Paisley, stop barking. You are being a bad girl!”

Noah looks at me and says, “She’s not bad.” It was a little slurred together. I stopped and said “Did you just say she’s not bad.” He signed yes. Then he said “Nana, Nana.” (That’s not a new word, that’s one of the few words he’s consistently said for years now.”

After a minute, it dawned on me. Once when I had told Paisley she was a bad girl in front of my Mom, she said, “Paisley is not a bad girl, she is just behaving badly.” THAT is what we he was trying to tell me by saying “She’s not bad.”

I don’t know if/how long/how much will come of Noah’s talking, but I’m treasuring every single word and the deeper glimpses I’m getting of my son’s personality through his words.