Troy
is truly amazing. His comprehension is off the charts! He may not be able to
speak full sentences yet, but he can definitely understand them. We can ask him
to do something, and he’ll do it perfectly.
As
an example, I was sitting on the couch, taking a break from working outside,
and I was really hot and sweaty. Troy was doing his usual running back and
forth on the couch. So, I point blank asked him to turn on the fan. I made a
circular motion with my finger while pointing at the ceiling to make sure he
understood what a fan was. He immediately ran over to the switches, climbed up
the back of the couch, looked back at the ceiling fan to make sure he knew
which switch he needed, and then correctly picked the left switch and flipped
it on. I was astounded. I didn’t think he’d understand what I’d want and be
able to execute it perfectly the first time, but he did. I have tested him on
the lights as well to be sure he didn’t just get lucky. But he correctly picked
the right (meaning not the left) switch when I asked him to turn on the lights.
I
guess what’s so amazing about this is that we haven’t been working on it with
him. He just put two and two together to work out what we wanted. We taught him
about how the switches worked, but he experimented with which switch does what.
And then he translated certain words in my request to the things he knows to figure
out what I wanted.
Troy
is also obsessed with the scale, which my wife keeps in the closet. I’m
guessing that he likes the “beep, beep, beep” sound it makes when he steps on
it. But maybe he just wants to see if he’s gaining after all the food we’re
shoving in his mouth (he’s not). But every morning after he gets up, he’ll
trudge into the closet and step on it. I hearing the beeping, and then he comes
walking out. I’ll ask him how much he weighed. He’ll give me a heavy sigh and then turn around and head back into the closet. I’ll follow him,
and he’ll step up onto the scale again. After the familiar beeps, he’ll step to
the side so I can see the number. All with that single question.
He
likes to eat breakfast with us on the weekends, but he doesn’t like to sit in
his high chair. He prefers to sit directly on the table top. My wife thinks
it’s too hard on his delicate bottom, so she’ll tell him to grab her a pillow
off the couch. And Troy immediately runs over to the couch, sifts through the
pillows to find the exact one he wants, grabs it, comes running back with it in
his arms, and hands it to her.

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