…from my two-and-a-half year old…
Before Piper was born, I read and read and read all the information that’s out there about Down syndrome. Lots of it was scary, some of it was useful, and the rest of it I read, dismissed, and thought I gleaned what I needed.
Most of what “stuck” has been a non-issue and caused me to worry about stuff that I really didn’t need to.
There are, however, significant pieces of information that I really should have listened to a little better.
Like the fact that kids with Ds are small. I figured that I was small (like, really really- 40 pounds in third grade?), so Piper would, undoubtedly, be small, too. “Small” I’ve learned, though, is a relative term; it didn’t really sink in how small we were talking.
So, I pulled out some 12-18 month pants yesterday in an attempt to expand the kid’s fall wardrobe and I was reminded, once again, what small really looks like. It’s a sad day in paradise when you’re 30-month old child can’t keep up “baby” pants. But I digress.
Another thing I never expected from my two-and-a-half year old?
Her being able to use the bathroom sink as a drinking fountain. What you don’t see here, though, is her sitting IN the sink in an attempt to bath herself in the miniscule vessel. Have I mentioned the kid loves herself a bath???
And also? Thanks, Nana- thanks a whole lot for teaching her to drink from the drinking fountain. It’s been a valuable life skill. Or something.