Granmom

Andrew is working on people recognition, it's a program at his school (school's a bit part of his life lately, so it's the source of all kinds of fun). He's doing awesome. The school asked for some pictures of people Andrew sees on a regular basis, and they use them as flashcards to help him to learn to recognize and label (known as naming in the regular world. . . hehe) people in his life. He has a number of pictures he can whip through pretty fast, and we're working pretty hard on generalizing it to the people he sees and knowing who they are.

One of the pictures in the crowd is that of my grandmother (this would be his grandmother). He generally sees her weekly, twice a month at the rarest. He knows who she is, he will give her hugs, they're good friends. :) He also knows her picture and has figured out that she's the person depicted in that picture. But he learned mom before he learned her, so she's not grandma, she's grandmom.

Have you ever thought about how you say grandma? We were given a chance to really reflect on it, because Andrew wasn't putting the "D" inside the word. We realized no one does most of the time, so we decided not to push it. Consequently, when he sees my grandmother, and I ask "Andrew, who is it?" I get a very happy, very definite, "Granmom". My grandmother loves it, and states she is entirely satisfied being granmom for the rest of her life. She also just about cried when he said it to her for the first time this last weekend. It was definitely a good moment. :)