Pweese

I have said before that Spencer while almost 6, is developmentally delayed with some autistic tendencies. He is, for the most part, a very happy engaging little boy. He doesn't communicate well including his needs or wants. For instance, I leave out one bowl and one cup within his reach so he can bring them to me if he is hungry or thirsty. His way of telling you what he needs is to take your hand or push you, gently, in the butt towards his goal and then say, "Pweese", or if appropriate "more". He is learning in his own time and in his own way. The key here is that he is learning.

Tonight we went for a walk down the street before dinner. Later, Spencer brought me his shoes and said, "pweese." He has NEVER ever done this before. When I put them on he pushed me towards the patio doors to go outside. I am thrilled! This was such a priceless surprise and one that makes my heart sing! I now realize I will need to leave a pair of his shoes available for him to use when communicating his wants to go outside. I am slightly obsessive about our shoes being put away, but would gladly leave every single pair (and I have a LOT) out if it means Spencer can "talk" to me about what he wants.

Had to share my Spencer's triumph.


I have unwillingly affected my child's interests. I love trees. Spencer has a habit of stopping by this tree every time we walk this way and taking time to appreciate it. It is one of the prettiest on the block.
I dread the day when he will be too old for me to carry and kiss and hug at will.

If you can say nothing else of me, you must admit, I have a killer fashion sense when it comes to stylin' shoes!

Spencer is outgrowing naps and after a day in the pool and a walk, he basically rolled over and passed out at bed time.