...and I didn't write this when it happened, so I'm not sure of the date. It was a few weeks ago.
One night, my son was stuffed up and couldn't sleep. It was the middle of the night, and I wanted to sleep, so I suggested he read Grasshopper on the Road, by Arnold Lobel, and go to sleep when he finished. He did. And in the morning, he read 3 chapters of it to me. With feeling. The worm had a high voice - so cool!
Swimming, reading, getting better at not losing it when he's mad. Wow! It's pretty exciting to be his mama.
[I will most likely continue to neglect this blog for a while. Too busy.]