More to Come
Erik has been cracking me up lately. Today I was unstrapping him from his seat in the Jeep in our driveway when he spotted the last three pretzels I had placed in his cup holder for on-the-go snacking during our errand running.
He said, "You know what, Mom? I'm going to take these home."
He gathered them up in his hand and took them inside the house, being careful not to drop them during the process. He has such a delightful, unusual way of expressing himself which is textbook WS. It's one of the millions of things I love about him. Frankly, it's one of the parts of WS that I completely adore. I am finding myself appreciating the uniqueness that comes with this diagnosis. There is a lot to love that isn't very apparent at the beginning of this story that is now revealing itself to me.
Oh, and did I mention today that he used the toilet in a big way this morning?