He started to pick up the pieces, one by one, to add to the felt board. The first one he picked up was Harold the Helicopter, and as he set Harold in the sky I said, "Harold!" (you know, in that happy, exaggerated, speech therapist kind of voice). Next he picked up the giraffe and set it in the sky opposite Harold, because of course giraffes belong in the sky. But when he placed that giraffe, he did the most amazing thing: he said "giraffe." Or an approximation of it. Holy cow.
Then he grabbed the tree, put it in the sky between the giraffe and Harold, and said "twee." I cheered. He touched the tree and said "twee" again. Then he did it again, and again.
Holy cow!
I'm always giving verbal labels to the objects that matter most to Nick, pounding the words into him. But giraffe? Tree? I haven't really focused on those, well, at all. It's stunning that he pulled those out. Stunning.
We continued to play and he said "Thomas," a word he's had for awhile because that silly train is his world, and then he pulled out yet another new word, "tracks."
Three new words in less than five minutes.
That's just freakin' huge.
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