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December 20, 2005
The words keep coming
Gus is telling stories these days. Lately he has been laughing to himself, saying, "Funny Papa.... snowballs".
He's remembering the time almost two weeks ago when John was shoveling snow outside as we watched through the door. Our storm door has windows almost all the way down, so we could sit on the floor and watch as Papa shoveled away, staying a wee bit warmer than he was.
John would occasionally gather up some snow into a snowball and throw it at the door, splatting right in our faces. Every time it made Gus' mouth open wide, eyes big, super excited.
"MORE SNOWBALLS!" we would yell through the door.
Gus talks about other memories, too... playing cars with Danny, the funny school bus story Mama made up one night... When he starts telling a story, he has this look on his face, like he's really trying to pull all the words together and spit them out but it's just not even possible. It's amazing.
All this goes to show that Gus is remembering stuff, and we need to be sure that he has lots of really good things to remember and very few of the bad ones to conjur.
Posted by janna at December 20, 2005 07:40 PM