boyish charm

The new shirt from Mason Spencer; they both have a lot of boyish charm.

Today I will tell you that Lexi is doing a fine job, learning her times tables or rather demonstrating that she already knew them (I believe this is a lack of confidence, lack of practice). I thought I would start there, head off the sibling rivalry, alive and well here at the Casa Milton.

Today I want to tell you that Zack is standing in the wings, learning this stuff with such ease, with such zeal, it makes me dizzy. He loves flashcards, loves numbers.

And it occurred to me why I love introducing new math concepts to him, watching him gobble it up.

Zack had developmental dypraxia; no amount of effort on my part helped him walk, helped him learn to talk. I felt so frustrated.

Early on, doctors and social workers would ask the question: Do you speak to him, interact with him?

I wanted to scream, and shout - because unlike Zack, I was chock full of words - and explain how Lexi talked early, so naturally.

Zack spent three months, early in speech therapy, trying to say 'more marbles' so he could play a game with a specialist, to teach him how to say the 'm' sound. Three painful months of effort and frustration.

So now that something comes to him light as a feather, I find myself amazed and thankful.

Some days are sweet.