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Saturday, August 11, 2012

Clapping with song, Megan's shoes and Wha?????

A couple of weeks ago Sam starting clapping with If you're happy and you know it at the correct times instead of just randomly through the song.  He will also clap with every verse instead of doing the other actions (i.e. stomp feet, etc).

Megan has a pair of white keds that she wears when she goes horseback riding and Sam is obsessed with them.  She doesn't wear them around the house because she wears her custom shoes so on Wednesdays (the day of her therapy) the shoes are in the living room before and after her session.  When (not if) Sam sees them he will try to get them.  He grabs them and takes off with them.  I think he probably has a secret hiding place somewhere for his favorite items so I am always telling him to put her shoes down because I don't want them to be lost.  I typically end up having to put them out of his reach because he just can't seem to help himself and he will just keep going after them every few minutes.

Sam is constantly babbling "words" that sound so much like real words.  On Thursday I had him in my lap and I told him to look at me so I could talk to him about something.  We make an effort to get Sam to look into our eyes and talk to us when he is not in trouble because eye contact is definitely a love language for him and we don't want the only time he gets it to be when he is in trouble.  So a couple of times a day I get him to look at me so I can praise him about something or to tell him I love him or that he is a smart boy, etc.  So on Thursday I was trying to do this, get him to look me in the eye and he wouldn't do it - he thought he was in trouble.  I had to put my hands on his face and get him to look up at me, and I said Sam in a sing-songy voice so he would know that he wasn't getting corrected.  When I did this Sam said "wha" - like he was trying to say "what" and I busted up laughing.  I couldn't help it.  He was giving me attitude and saying what to me, at least it certainly sounded like it.  He didn't want to stop what he was doing and look at me, and he let me know it.

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