My sleepless Teddy is on the floor next to me, the real twins, Ellie and James lay upstairs, slumbering with Daddy, that trio of snorers, while Sleepless and I toil on. Two years ago now, I sealed the toys in plastic. Two flowers, a pot, a worm. I had never hear of Melissa and Doug, nor Chugginton, nor Swiper. "Boots I can see. I know he's wearing boots but whats his name?...WHY DOES SHE KEEP SAYING BOOTS???!!!"
Later I found the fourth flower but alas, it was too late. Or I was too ambivalent. For two long years this flower has haunted us. Doing nothing but float in the random assorted toys toybox, a shoebox really because I seldom allow any disconnected toys in the house. Dear daughter has the same blocks, the same rattle music makers, the same books, all in their labeled compartments. She's four. Oh god, really? Do we really never get new toys??
Early intervention came for James. "He's social, highly in fact" they nodded encouragingly. "But he doesnt reach for toys. Doesn't close his hand around a cheerio. Doesnt follow a toy when dropped."
'Oh' I nodded, asif mentally taking notes. Not effecting concern but far less concerned then one might imagine.
Upon husbands arrival.."You know, we really should have thought to give him toys."
Whhoops.
So out came the flower pot, new bins labeled, a small tiny playroom coopted, a duaghter pushed out, her three or four labeled boxes still in plce, elbowed behind swings, jumpers, a double playpen.
It's been about 6 weeks now. He's reaching for toys. The eating is still off, the muscle control... but he reaches some.
And tonight.
For the first time in two years? The reunion tour.
As I placed them in absently, recognition dawned and I felt a surge of joy...like finding a ten in your pocket.
One, two, worm, FOUR.
Together again at last.
What goes around comes around.
Welcome back flower pot and compadres.
Nice to see you again.
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