I know X is feeling fine when he starts his “singing”. That’s what he calls it: singing. I think it’s…not singing. I’ve called it yodeling, warbling, screeching, and all manner of other things, but today it occurs to me that it’s howling.
He’s like a wolf, baying at a full moon which only he can see. He can’t seem to help himself, he just breaks out in these howls any time he’s feeling good.
This morning, I knew he felt bad. He was laying around, lethargic and frowning. He didn’t want hugs, didn’t want food. He just wanted to lay in the chair. By about 9:30am, he was sprawled on the floor beside my chair, his head burrowed under one of his special blankets, and he was napping. (Perpetual motion naps?)
Around noon, he woke up. I’ve been listening to him joyfully serenade his personal moon ever since.
I guess we all have ways of expressing our joy in life. J likes to sing. She always seems to have a song in her head and often will start humming or singing any time she’s not thinking about holding it in. I’m not really sure what I do…but I’m sure there’s something. Toph could probably tell me what it is. heh.
