Cup and Show.

That's it.

That is all my son wants right now...A drink and "Yo Gabba Gabba."

And basically, he is kind-of being a butt-head about it.

We started using a picture-based communication system with him recently. We thought this would allow him to feel a little less frustrated, and we would be able to know what he wants, without him having to scream for it. Since I have begun working a little harder at implementing it at home...his verbal skills have totally disappeared, and not because they are forgotten. I pretty much think he wonders why in the world he would try to talk when he can point to a picture, say "Ah" and get things handed to him. Each time the cards are pulled out he responds by hitting the "Cup" and "TV" card. When we ask him if he wants a drink and show...he always says, "Ah." (As in...you stupid idiots....that is all I ever want....leave me in my peace....put food/drink in range of motion, not requiring lots of effort....and I will be cool all freaking day.) He hasn't ever been one to go the extra mile just for kicks, he is usually pretty chill to sit back and let everyone else do the work. So...pictures just happen to fit fabulously into his scheme.

Many of you who know me, know that I am not really one to let him get away with his laziness. Unfortunately for him, he has a perfectionist for a mother, and also unfortunately for him, I tend to stew about things until they are resolved. Over the past couple of days I have probably spent a good amount of hours saying, "MaMa" in an attempt to get him to say something back. Last night, while saying "MaMa" fourteen million times a couple inches away from his face, like a crazy person, he finally put his little lips together and said it back.

He then doubled over with laughter, and a smirk that was probably deserved of a butt-whooping.

A few more examples of his evil plan to get the world to do all the hard work for him:

*While at his newly introduced and very fun Kindermusik class this past Monday, he was given some sticks to bang together. Deakon loves banging...bangs all the time at home. Well, at class he decided to be more interested in eating the instruments, which would've been okay, except for the fact that if I stopped banging my sticks together for a millisecond, he would hit my leg, and yell..."Ah!" (aka: get working lady.)

*He was a terror at therapy today...again. Nothing was okay with him. He just wanted to scream and yell and piss everyone off. He did actually do some of the work, he just yelled the entire time. (It also doesn't help that the Golden Child of Goodness happens to have therapy in the same room, at the same time. I think his mother must think I am a certifiable.)

*He recently was assigned a new physical therapist to come to our home, and he is working her over like there is no tomorrow. He is not dumb...he has had therapists coming to our home since he was three months old. He knows exactly why they're there, and he knows it involves work. So, upon meeting the new one, he played real innocent, grabbed her hand and proceeded to make her push all of the buttons on his toy. When she tried to get him to push a button, he would simply just grab her hand and make her do it. She responded by saying, "I think he and I will work well together." I agreed, but also thought..."Yep you will..especially if you do it all."

So, I know, you all are going to think I should cut him some slack. He's two...and two brings lots of tantrums. In fact, when Ab was two, all she wanted to do was hold her sippy, and watch Dora...so Deak aligns real well with what I already know.

But, truthfully, I don't think it would do him good; I won't allow him to cheat himself. For him, timing is crucial, and life is moving forward. My heart breaks, because I see daily how much harder he has to work, and he has worked so freaking hard to come as far as he has. And, that is why the Hiatus from life is not happening for him.

So, my Deak, you might not love it all now...but, when you read this as a grown man, I hope you understand that I pushed you because my whole heart is invested in you. My field of vision clearly sees the path you are capable of acheiveing, and I feel you are meant to offer truth to this world.

Sorry buddy...