230530 the way home
May 31 grandmother I looked after Fox for the day. He was quite contented to hang out, eat food, play in the yard, and go for a stroller ride (which put him to sleep for his nap before he crashed from tiredness). He is delighted with the dogs. He did not cry until late, after supper, when his mother was expected, because he fell and was tired again, and wanted his mom. I am okay, but not solid ground for him. I sang and rocked him, but he only said, "no", he wasn't to be distracted from wanting mummy now. I was not sad; we had a very good day until then. While we explored the meadow, he took my hand on hilly places, and once or twice asked for it: "Hand." He talks a lot - he knows over a hundred words, and uses signs from American Sign Language, that he was taught long before he was ready to learn spoken words. We taught our own children signs as well, that's where Rain gets it. Fox makes sentences too, although I do not know all of his words; many of them...