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Learning to play again and calling the parents Daddy and Dada for the first time ( out loud and in his head).

The next morning started like all the other mornings did for me, but today was a little different. Cas left me on my playmat and took my hands and started to help me bat at the toys and I knew what he wanted from me. After he did this for an hour he let go of my hands and said, “You play with your toys and let daddy work.”

So that’s what I did and for the first time ever I let my little side take over. Not fully, but enough that I would start giggling every time I hit one of my toys. I was having fun just being myself and letting my Daddy and Dada take care of me, but somewhere in my playing I lost my pacifier. I noticed it was gone when I didn’t feel a familiar weight in my mouth and I cried out, “Daddy, chewy gone!”

I must have surprised my Daddy because he said, “Dean, can you stay that again?” 
“Daddy, chewy gone,” I said. 
“Oh my poor baby, well let’s see if Daddy can find your chewy for you,” said Daddy. Daddy got down on all fours and crawled around my playmat until he found my chewy, and when he did he said, “Dean, I will be right back with your chewy I have to go clean it so you don’t get sick again.” Cas went and washed my chewy, then brought it back to me and put it in my mouth.

Before he went back to his work I said around my chewy, “Tank yous, Da-dd-y.” 
“You are welcome,” said my Daddy. Then I went back to play with my toys. Somewhere in my playing I must have gotten tired and fallen asleep because the next thing I know is I am being picked up for a diaper change and my lunch. When Daddy saw I was awake he smiled and said, “Have a good nap, my little jumping bean?” I just nodded because I was still tired from my nap.

After my change Daddy took me to the kitchen and put me in my bouncer while he got my food. When he got the jar of baby food he wanted to feed me he opened the jar then grabbed a spoon to feed me. He walked to my bouncer where he grabbed his chair and fed me my food. I liked it; it was sweet potatoes, one of my favorites of the baby food. After my lunch and my bottle I was allowed to play in my baby swing while I watched cartoons. I did this for awhile but I was still tired from my nap so I ended up taking another nap in my baby swing with Bob not caring about anything.

By the time I awoke again Dada was suppose to be home in about three or four hours. When Daddy saw I was awake he smiled and said, “Hey baby boy, let’s get you out of your swing and on to your playmat so you can play until Dada gets home.” So I got to play while Daddy did Daddy things.

It must have been time for dinner because Daddy came and picked me up from my playmat then carried me to the kitchen. Dada was already seting the table so he and Daddy can eat the Daddy and Dada food that I never got to eat except for on rare days. Today must be one of those rare days because Daddy and Dada cut up some of their food and put it in my bowl. Dada fed me my dinner because he doesn’t get the chance to feed me while he has to work. I listened to my Daddy and Dada talk and heard Dada say, “Next month is October. Do you think Dean is ready for his first trick or treating experience? I want to dress him up in a cute costume for Halloween.”

“I think he will be just fine for Halloween. I am hoping by that time Dean is at least almost fully in his headspace,” said Daddy.

When my Daddy and Dada got me to bed I was tired, so both of them took me to my nursery and put me to bed. They both kissed my forehead and told me they loved me and for the first time ever I told them I loved them back without taking out my pacifier. Right before I fell asleep I heard one of my Daddies say, “Dean has come so far since he came to live with us. I am so happy that we are one step closer to getting your baby boy.” It must have been Sam, because Cas replied, “I know Sam, let's go to bed.” With those words said I fell asleep knowing that for once in my life I was loved. 

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