I can't remember if I shared this story but it is one of my favorite Noah'isms... Cecily has been eating lately. (Oh yes, eating!) And while I will use the word eat because the food is going from her spoon, into her mouth and we are not seeing it come out... the bites are small but the rewards and excitement we feel are great! We have been talking about how proud we are of her and sometimes when we forget Noah is listening we wish away the tubie and look forward to a tube free life for Cecily. (We know that day is a long time coming but we are optimists and we believe we will get there...) Anyhow I ramble when I write or talk so the point is with all of this talk about Cecily and her progress Noah has discovered WHY Cecily has her tubie! He used to think he had one as a baby and I never really corrected this belief because I didn't want him to see Cecily as different. As Noah becomes more inquisitive, and his friends, too, we have been sharing more and more information about Cecily's unique anatomy and why she needs a tubie to get her nutrition.
A few weeks (months?) ago Noah, chest puffed and proud as punch, comes running to me and exclaims, "I know why Cecily has her cord!" (He calls her feeding tubie a cord...)
Intrigued I bite... "Great Noah. Why?"
Noah looks up at me and says, "Well... I think when Daddy cut the cord when Cessy was a baby he messed up and that's why! Now she needs another cord... so Daddy must have cut it wrong."
I looked at his sweet face full of anticipation for solving the mystery of Cecily's tubie and I smiled. What an amazing connection of dots... What a very logical and intelligent idea.. and what a good story made even better by it being ALL Daddy's fault! (Kidding... kind of). I didn't want to burst his bubble so I just said well that 's quite a theory Noah...how did you come up with that?
He smiled with a look that I see on his Daddy's face. A look that says, "That's right.. I just know."
I hugged Noah, and looked at the clock to see how much longer I'd have to wait until I told Daddy just exactly what he had done wrong...
Noah remains Cecily's number one cheerleader! He can make her stop crying on a dime. He can make her giggle and squeal and smile. He can encourage her to walk and clap and use her sign language. He is without a doubt her little angel. Her face lights up when she sees him in the morning and when she cuddles him she nuzzles in and smiles so big that anyone who sees it is forced to smile. It is precious. It is my favorite part of the morning. (And I am not a fan of the mornings... especially on the work days!)
We feel we are about to embark on the next chapter of our lives. It seems that things have fallen into place and our schedule is feeling more and more regular and less manic... We are thrilled with the progress both kiddos are making! We love that Cecily is using her sign language and that Noah is eager to sign back and communicate with her in his own special language. I often find when I am not looking that he makes up signs and uses his hands when speaking to her... it is precious. The bond between these two just seems to grow. They are now wrestling... I am not sure what I think of this but they think it is grand!
This next chapter should be really good! We can't wait to see what happens next. Onwards and upwards!