"no lydia"

It came Sunday afternoon while the kids were squabbling over a toy. A silent joyful celebration in my heart when I heard the words "No Lydia!" uttered from my son. Something we have been waiting half a year to hear - two completely individual words formed together to make one statement communicating what he wanted.

Progress.

Now, there was still the squabble to deal with. And I don't think I will ever be so happy to hear "No Lydia" again, but this time was worth traveling to the next room and exclaiming to Daddy, "Did you hear that?" Yes, he did. And he was just as proud!