I haven't blogged in a while. I've just been so busy and, though I've started a few posts, I have yet to finish one and by the time I get back to it, it just seems irrelevant.
But, something fun happened today...and it is short and sweet and I think I can finish a post about it in one sitting, so here goes:
As some of you know, my sweet Michael is what has been termed as "speech delayed". At 18 months, he was put in the .01 percentile in the speech category and being the neurotic mom, this was quite disconcerting and I was sure that I was dealing with something terrible. We have had a speech therapist coming to our house over the last year and he has improved. In fact, I've heard nothing from the specialists, but "normal little boy" lately.
So, Michael is 28 months old now. The following wouldn't be that significant to another parent, but realize where I'm coming from. I had a conversation with Michael in the car this morning. It went like this:
Michael: "Mom, I acow."
Me: "What Michael?"
Michael: "I acow. Moo. Moo. Michael a cow."
Me: "Oh, you are a cow."
Michael: "I a cow. Moo. Moo. I funny." *giggle*
The rest of the car trip was a series of moos and giggles. This seemed so "normal little boy" for a two year old boy. I am thrilled.
He has come a long way.