Where's Your Belly?

Tonight is a sad night. I am listening to some good music (Death Cab for Cutie, for those interested) and sitting in my sadness. Sometimes I simply need to feel. Yesterday I asked Oliver where his belly, head, nose, etc are. Maybe he was just distracted, but he didn't respond and when he did he was wrong. I remember those moments with Waverly a few years back. She stopped answering the routine questions. I never get to hear her say her name, age, or how she is doing anymore. Even though Oliver is for all intents and purposes non-verbal, he still communicates with us through signs, gestures and some sounds. I was reminded that those will soon begin to fade away.

Matt and I have decided to take Oliver to the beach for a few days in August. My mom and step-dad are graciously going to watch Waverly for us while we are gone. Wavey will love every moment with her grandparents. I was hesitant about taking a trip without her, but Matt reminded me of a trip we took to Cape May with Waverly when she was younger. We have such fond memories of her exploring the waves, playing in the sand, getting up early and going out for pancakes. We wanted to make those memories with Oliver, too. I am getting really excited for our little vacation.