One thing I meant to mention in the surgery post- Daniel has no stranger danger. Everyone is a friend to him. He thinks people are the Best! Ever! Which REALLY makes surgery a lot easier, because he’s totally happy to let a nurse carry him away from me. He was smiling and laughing and waved goodbye as they walked down the hall. If they had to take him away from me screaming and crying? UGH. So. Glad it wasn’t like that!
Moving on to other subjects! Developmentally Daniel is somewhere between 18 months and 2 years old. Ish. But temperamentally? He can be VERY THREE. And if you’ve ever had a 3 year old you know how much fun (not fun) that can be. For instance, at lunch today he asked for noodles. Brian heated up noodles and Daniel pointed at them, excited. Signed “eat” and “noodles.” And then he screamed at Brian for trying to feed him said noodles. THAT’S AGE THREE. He also had a tantrum a while back because he wanted his hot dog in a bun, but also cut up in baked beans. Y’all. This kind of crap is exhausting enough when it’s a normal three year old, but Daniel STILL DOESN’T TALK. I mean, he’s getting lots better! But he’s nowhere near 3 year old communication.
It’s a good thing he’s cute.