Harrison talking is the greatest thing ever. For all the frustration of speech therapy & fighting insurance companies & not understanding him, the work we all put into it was completely worth it just to hear the ideas & humor & thoughts come out of my little boy. His newest thing is suggesting things he’d appreciate as “Maybe you…” or “How ’bout…” & he does it perfectly with an incredible balance of hope & sarcasm.
Like, “How ’bout…you make me a big chocolate milk, please?”
or “Maybe you…take me to the park today?”
& better yet, “How ’bout…I no take a nap today?”
Back in the spring when we bought his trampoline, I came across an amazing deal on a cedar play house. I stuck it in my parent’s garage for the entire summer because I was too afraid to put it up at the old house & risk it being packaged into the house sale (like how the buyer asked for his swingset). Then we bought a house that had a swamp in the backyard & the box sat in our garage with Harrison staring at it forlornly. We promised that as soon as the backyard was fixed, we’d set up his house. Which meant that the moment he saw the mini excavator in his front yard, he was like, “Maybe you set up my house today?!”
I had to tell him no. For an entire two weeks while we waited for the job to be finished & dry.
This past Sunday, Harrison walked up to Doug & tugged on his jeans. “How ’bout you set up my house, please?”
A rule of thumb when building children’s products – have alcohol on hand & a marriage counselor on speed dial.
Six hours on Sunday & we still didn’t finish. Maybe we’re idiots or maybe this is the worst playhouse in the entire universe or maybe it was the amount of maple whisky consumed by 2pm, but we’ll just never know.
Every morning, Harrison stares in the backyard & says, “Maybe you…finish my house today?”
Maybe I’d….rather dig out my eyes with a spoon? Whack myself over the head with the plastic gables? Be punched in the face by a rabid squirrel? Take your pick, kid.