J-Man has rarely been one to get fixated on an object and carry it everywhere. Glo-Worm and the music-playing caterpillar used to go with us in the car and to some degree around the house. The music calmed him down and made life better for everyone. Even then, they weren’t with him all day.
Yesterday during speech therapy, he was impressing the therapist with his ability to point to a particular letter on a block even when presented with several blocks to choose from. For good measure, he often said the letter. It’s hard to describe what a quantum leap forward this is for him. If you present him objects (ball, cow, book, for example) and ask him to point to the cow, it’s rare for him to do it. Give him a pile of letter flash cards and say, “point to the ‘A’,” he’ll point and get it right about 90+% of the time. I’ve got no idea either. The speech therapist was floored.
He particularly likes ‘K’ since it’s the one sound he’s been able to make consistently. Oddly enough, it’s one of the hardest sounds to make. One of the hardest for him is that B/P type sound – he almost never can – which is apparently about the easiest sound to make. It comes out this curious, guttural, glottal, whatever sound. In any case, he found the ‘K’ block and held on to it the whole session. He also decided he liked the ‘C’ block and held it in the other hand. So, with a block in each hand, he would ‘point’ his fist at whatever she was asking him to.
He held on to them throughout the therapy, which started about 9:00AM. He then kept carrying them… and carrying them… We went to Target about 10:30, and he carried them to the car. He carried them into the store, and in the shopping cart, and back out to the car, and back home, and climbing up and down the steps. He held on to them through lunch (both in one hand), eating with the other hand. We managed to pry them from his hands (to much unhappiness) while he ‘napped’ (ha!). When he got up, he grabbed the blocks again and carried them around through the whole afternoon and dinner and up to the bathtub, where we had to pry them out again (to much more unhappiness).
Finally I just hid them. Today, he hasn’t looked for them.
I have no idea why, but yesterday was Block Day. I’ve never seen him carry something around for the better part of 10 hours. Go figure.
Who said all this wasn’t interesting?