Bozhi, was so skinny, changing his diaper brought tears to my eyes. It was painful to look at him. We were told it was because he was disabled. Three months later, 12 pounds later and two inches taller, I think they were wrong. He has outgrown the first two pairs of shoes I have bought him.
He is still learning to play. He got very excited about legos this morning. But often just wants a job to do. Find some garbage to throw away or dishes to put away and he is on it. He knows where everything goes.
He remembers the names of people very quickly. If you ask him to bring something to so and so, he knows exactly what you are asking.
He understands almost everything I tell him and when he wants something he tells me. By getting his shoes (go somewhere); pointing at his mouth (eat); pointing at his diaper (I have to go potty... yes he is going potty several tiimes a day); hand on his head means he is tired; taking off all his clothes and going to the bathroom means give me a bath.
He loves the waterslide at the pool and anything wild. He hates just sitting at the pool. If he sits too long he goes and gets his clothes and puts them on.
Yesterday he picked out his own outfit and got himself dressed.
He is extremely opinionated. He will only wear shirts with collars and khaki pants/jeans or shorts. He will not wear sweatpants. We call him Mr. Handsome. It drives us all a little crazy.
He wants to get his drink HIMSELF. Which thirsty is signaled with a fake cough. But he cannot reach the sink, so he really wants you to lift him up so he can do it.
The other day he started clearing plates at the little cafe in town for other tables. Thankfully they were done and very accomadating.
He shakes hands with everyone he meets. But if someone gets too close or invades his space, he screams louder than anyone I know.
His brother had me write the other day, "David and Bozhi, best brothers ever." His sisters think he is the cutest thing ever and they help him as much as he lets them.
His laugh is contagious.
He is still sad if he is left behind and greets me with almost a run and arms up when I get home.
We start his therapy this week.
It has been three months. We are still finding routine. But most days I am kind of in awe at this little survivor, who is not so little anymore.
He is part of a crazy family that loves him.