The resoucefullness of the boys

Even though, Aaron does not have more than two dozen words/sounds, I am amazed at how well he is able to get his message across.

Most of these messages, are funny. Others are sad, but those are usually shown the same way--screaming, hitting, crying, kicking, pretty much taking his frustration out on whoever is closest and Kate. Totally not blogging material.

The funny ones, though are bloggable.

He has became very talented at letting the other kids we need them. The first time, I thought it was just a fluke. The second time I was amazed and finally the third time, I asked Grace how he lets them know that I need them. She said he just stands there and repeats "mom" or "dad" until they follow him out of the room.

If he's fishing for a compliment, he'll run up to you and point to whatever he is wearing until someone says "nice shirt/shoes/pants/hat, etc. Aaron"

Sometimes translating what he's saying is hit and miss.

Like a couple of weeks ago when he came up to me and said "bum, bum, bum, brrr, un" That translates to "downstairs, cold, done". So, I took of his shoes and he snuggled in the chair with Kate and I. Jon came up a few minutes later asking where he was and said he was really asking me for a jacket. So, we got his jacket, put his shoes back on and he went back outside.

Today was another hit and miss day, but he did get his point across. I had been in the upstairs bathroom and Christopher was in the downstairs bathroom. Aaron, like usual, followed Christopher downstairs. I could hear them talking, but iddn't think much of it. I finished up and came and sat down to relax before the crazy morning hustle. Aaron came up and told me "bum, bum, bum" (downstairs). I told him I knew Christopher was downstairs and it was okay. Aaron kept persisting "bum, bum, bum" and I reassured him I knew Christopher was downstairs ( I assumed he was telling me christopher had woke up since I was in the bathroom when C woke up). He tried a different tactic and started pulling on my hand and saying "um, ere" (come here) and I todl him I would in a minute. I could tell he was frustrated, but I was engrossed in reading my email. He tried one more time to get his point across. Turned around, bent over, pointed to his bottom and said "es, es" (this, this). The light dawned, he was telling me Christopher needed wiped. (now,usually C will just yell until we hear him, so not sure why he didn't this time.)

Laughing, I go downstiars to help Christopher. Still laughing, I tell Christopher what Aaron had done. He looked at me, grinned and said "I know mom, I told him to point to his butt to let you know I needed wiped."

Why, hilarious, the incident warmed my heart. Christopher wanted help and for whatever reason, wanted his little brother to convey the message. Knowing, that he may not get the message acorss, he told Aaron how to let me know. Instead of getting fustrated and overwhelmed, Aaron was persistent.

Having 2 boys, 18 months apart is an adventure. They are either best friends or enemies...and I'm glad that wherever the struggles of Aaron's speech lead us, that he has a big brother looking out for him.