We all have a feeling that when Addison finally hits his stride, he will then completely own the world. Or at least our world.

In just the last month, it’s been amazing to watch his legs get stronger and instead of falling on to his butt to sit down like a tree chopped at the trunk, he bends his knees and gently sits. Instead of choosing to scoot on his rear across the floor, he asks for a hand to hold so he can walk. And he walks by just holding one hand instead of needing to be supported by two.

We’ve all learned this game of patience in this game of extra chromosomes. It’s like a game of chess without a time clock. When it’s Addison’s turn, he gets as long as he needs.

Instead of sitting and watching his sister and I leave for her ballet class, Addison got up and stood by a table for support. I said good bye to him. He waved his finger at me in a little wiggle like a protective parent: No, no, no he said.  Coco cracked up laughing and asked kissed him on the cheek after she’d kissed him. He tapped her cheek and snapped a popping sound which always makes everyone around him either melt or roll with laughter.

Coco and I walked outside. She couldn’t decide which umbrella to use. It was raining quite hard. She turned to say good bye one more time to Addison. He wiggled his finger and smiled as he told her no, no, no. She laughed all the way to car.

He’s funny, she said.

Yes he is, I said, standing there in the rain and waiting for her to get in.