by tracybanaszynski

We have been having fun standing lately. In the middle of play, H sometimes finds himself standing on his own. He points it out to me with something near incredulity. “Look at me!” he seems to be saying. “Can you believe this? I’m standing!” The look of delight on his face is infectious. I laugh and clap and he laughs until he either leaps into my arms or plops down on the floor, immediately signing more. I set him on his feet, and he lets go of me for another round of standing. Over and over we do this. It never gets old.

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