Carrying Ammon out of pre-school is probably one of the happiest times of my day. As soon as he spots me he runs into my arms and YELLS as loud as he can. The other kids are used to it by now. While I am gathering his backpack and coat (with Ammon glued to my person) Loretta will come and tell me something Ammon did new that day. I love that about her. Last Thursday, I was buckling Ammon in his car seat and turned around and Linda was standing there. She smiled and said "I just had to come out and tell you that Ammon noticed my bangs today... he kept reaching out and touching my hair and even tried to say hair."She also told me that she has had two different dreams about Ammon. Both of which he was talking in. I told her I have dreams like that all the time.
Sam wants Ammon to talk to him SO BAD. Tonight while Ammon was in the tub, Sam came up to him and knelt by the him and said "Hi Ammon! Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!! Are you so excited?"
Ammon just kind of looked up at him and carried on with playing letters. I was grateful to Sam for trying to engage him and then not getting discouraged when he didnt get a response. He prays for him every night that he will learn to talk. He will someday.
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