I wish my son, Tristan, could talk. I want to understand how he processes life. It is one of the great mysteries of raising a non-verbal son.
Sometimes I can see in his eyes small glimpses oh how he thinks. I have to watch him very carefully to pick up on different facial expressions- usually very subtle.
In the past few days, he has used 3 rolls of tape. This afternoon, I gave him my last roll of tape. Tristan has used an enormous amount of paper. Some sheets he will cut one line and then toss it on the floor. Therefore, I am trying to recycle the recycled paper!
At times his art gets a little out of control. Last week, I had to remind him to only draw on paper and not the vinyl flooring! Today I had to tell him that we do not tape bread to the window. Sometimes it is really challenging to correct him without laughing. I think he knows it is funny because he will start laughing… then I do too!
Enjoy another healthy dose of laughter from our home!
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