The title of this blog is a reference to how G says to me "You too, Mama" all day long. He wants me to fly his airplane, jump on the bed, go pee in the toilet, lie in his bed, make weird faces, and just be with him. And I do, with the exception that I don't jump on the bed because we can't afford a new one. Those experts who told us we need to entreat and coerce him to interact with people... they got it wrong. He loves interacting.
I waited a long time to hear him say "mama", but now that he can, I can hear it from the time he gets up to the time he goes down. And I love it.
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