June 8, 2010
Indeed. Sam loves everything.
Sam's capacity to retain information is astounding to me, maybe because my brain struggles to recall the simplest things…why am I at the grocery store, what did I need to get? I have found as I've moved through my early 40s that my memory isn't what it once was. It could have something to do with the dearth of sleep of course, or perhaps the sheer volume of autism knowledge that has taken up residence in each room of my tired brain. I am amused by his excitement and perhaps a little jealous.
He sits in the other room drawing yet another cloud book for his collection and I hear the slow roll of syllables as he pushes them around his tongue like he's playing an instrument "nim-bo-stra-tus… stra-to-cu-mu-lus"…" not learning a new language. "I only like non-fiction, Mom. Remember. Okay?" He likes the black and white, the literal, the facts.
After he's satisfied with his cloud book, he's done and ready to move on to his other current obsession, the U.S. atlas.
Not only did Sam come home with his poster of clouds, he also came home with this which knocked me over.
But I count them up, fifty states and nearly all spelled correctly.