When I lumbered in Angelee's room this morning, hauling my bag, the diaper bag, food for lunch, the things Trent requested I bring, the double stroller, and two babies... Mom, the pack horse... Anyway, when I came into the room this morning, Angelee was visibly agitated. She held out her hand to me, so I sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. I hadn't even sat down before Angelee pulled herself up to standing and launched herself at me. I was amazed as I held her upright body against me. She calmed down soon in my arms. My little girl wanted a hug from Mom!
Later, Angelee was sitting in my lap as I was sitting on the bed. We propped one of the twins up in her bed, and she grinned at him. He was waving his little fists around, and caught her finger in his fist. She was alarmed and quickly shook him off. She was quiet for a moment, then forced her finger back into his fist. She was playing with her little brother! We call this our new baby therapy. Don't anyone steal our great idea before we can patent it.
The baby started to spit up a little, so I said, "Angelee, he's spitting up. We need a burp cloth." Her head, although hampered by the neck brace, moved back and forth until she found the burp cloth. She grabbed it and wiped up her little brother's face. She responded to speech! Although I wanted to turn a cartwheel, I waited until Trent came back in the room. I tried it again for him. "Angelee, get the burp cloth." Again, she looked, found it, grabbed it with her good left hand, and wiped up the little guy. This is something she often did at home, and she remembers it.
Also, she ate a cup of chocolate pudding and a pureed banana. When I showed her a picture of a banana, she lunged for it. I said "banana" and signed it, then helped her to repeat the sign. When I let go of her hands, she made a good attempt to do it by herself. What a happy day!