Coming...

"Coming, coming, coming, coming"  Ah the joys of a talking two year old.  You find out the words you have said to them thousands of times, like its a recording.  Apparently, Ollie is always waiting for something that is "coming".  Ollie is repeating about every word that comes out of our mouth, so we have quickly deleted any swear words out of our vocabulary...to the best of our ability.

For Grammy Jo:  "Grambo, bye-bye?"  This is what Ollie discussed with me on his changing table this morning, while we did morning duty.  I can almost understand Ollies little tantrums these days because he has been keeping all of this stuff in his brain until he could finally figure out how to get it out.  As we all wait patiently for Don's brain to heal, I am constantly amazed by what it is really capable of.  Especially when I have these chats with Ollie or when I hear about the strides Don is making toward recovery.    Seeing Kier's post today, made me think of how Don's behavior is normal because I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to be a healing patient or a growing toddler.  Ollie got a family book for Christmas so I am going to print some pictures from Thanksgiving and get them in there so his memory stays fresh for "Grambo" and pop-pop.

We had reheated waffles for breakfast, which makes me positive that Ollie has a serious sweet tooth...much like his mama and I'm not much help with all the baking that goes on around here either.  He of course, ate the whole quarter section, got down, and proceeded to smear his syrup hands all over Carver before I could get a cloth!  I learn something new everyday.