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Sammy loves our breakfast nook-turned ocean viewing gallery. The room is painted green and thatched mats hang on the windows. Sam gets a viewing bench to watch the fish glide and dip in Danny's 60-gallon water universe.
Every night after Sam's bath and before his bedtime, when he is snuggled into his dinasoar 'jammies,' Sam and Danny turn off all the lights in the house except the ones in the fish tank, and then feed the fish together. The tank transforms into swirling dervish of colors and fins and puckered mouths slurping in plankton flakes. It's a miracle every single night and Sam watches in the darkness with upturned face full of wonder.
Just shy of 17 months, Sammy still hasn't said a word, but he jabbers constantly, and he understands lots of words. The other day I said, as I usually do, in Spanish, "Donde estan los zapatos?" (Where are your shoes?). Sam ran to the dining room bench, retrieved his shoes from under it, and delivered them back to me. Suddenly I went from speaking blabber to communicating meaningful things to him. It was... A Moment.Currently he is obsessed with putting on his shoes--or our shoes--which can absorb his focus for loooong periods of time. He doesn't ever seem to get frustrated. He just keeps trying and trying to work the shoes onto his feet, or tie them, or work the velcro, or whatever.