Why does she keep giving me bananas?

I had a revelation yesterday. G. did what I thought was his sign for banana, and then said "Chugga, chugga, woo, woo!" (the woo, woo is a new accomplishment, and I'm thrilled about it). He ran across the room and got a train. A light went on in my head, and I finally understood why he'd been signing banana in strange contexts and refusing the bananas I offered him (when they make a request, I fall all over myself trying to respond, thinking it'll encourage them to keep requesting). Overall, G. is much more interested in trains than bananas, so it all makes a lot of sense. I wonder how many other of these misunderstandings we're having. It's got to be frustrating for him, but I think he's getting a lot more motivated to make us understand, which is so great. Yesterday he said "hot" and "backpack"--two new words in one day

On the B. front, I'm meeting with a woman who may provide us with ten hours of ABA a week, just for B. She seems very experienced, and is really reassuring to talk to. Really, I felt so relieved talking to her that I think I'd pay her just to come to our house and hang around.

Tomorrow is G's MRI. Now this is a child who has never drunk a clear liquid in his life. And the MRI is at 12:30, so he is going to be like an angry grizzly cub at that point. My plan is to give him apple juice in a medicine dropper and see how that goes. B.'s MRI came back totally normal. it almost seems that we could cancel G's, since they're identical twins, but I don't think the doctor would go for that.

I signed up for a scrapbooking retreat in July. I'm not that much of a scrapbooker, but I am definitely ready to retreat. I have never, ever been away from all of my children since the day J. came home.