Gabe

Gabe has been running through a patch of rough road lately.  Wouldn't come out of the pool even following the most strident commands from his parents; can't seem to stop a forbidden action, such as throwing something, once he's started to cock his arm; unusual abrupt noises, disturbing to his mother, mostly, erupt at amazing volume, usually in tight quarters.  He's growing even more.  Today was "graduation" at Montessori where all the little people get a certificate and a hug, and blow out a candle.  In the picture taking line-up, my little guy was the least little of all. 

S bought the series of "Bob" books that I use when I volunteer to teach kids reading there, and they arrived yesterday.  G read them, rapt, until his mother finally made him turn out the light and go to sleep.

I think it's that so many things are going on in his mind and his body right now, that it's amazing he can keep any of it straight.  Synapses firing in new ways, muscles building, new realizations. 

This is really fun.  I'd like it to slow down.  All of it.