I would have never guessed that one day, I would be hoping for the day that I could call my child “typical.” Sounds ironic, but when typical becomes a goal, that day is super sweet. The day that my son, at 3 1/2, FINALLY called, “Mama, mama, mama” to get my attention, I let him ask a few extra times just to revel in it. The day my son watched me put make-up on in the car before I dropped him at school and he sat in the backseat saying, “Moooommm!” out of impatience. And most recently, his new habit of putting me off- telling me, “Almost!” when he’s not finished with whatever he considers priority over my calling for him. Love it. 
(This is Zane’s garden- he made it all himself, no help from mom- not even instx!)
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