Another week of speech therapy, I mean coaching, for the little dude this morning. Still no words. I would be lying if I said it didn't worry me that he's still not talking. When most people ask about it, I blow it off because I don't want to seem like a neurotic mama. And really, we're doing all we can do for him with Early Intervention, so I don't like to harp on it. But deep down I worry. And I'll probably continue worrying until he starts talking and never shuts up. And then, well then I'm sure I'll have something else to worry about.
Funny story from this morning's session: I asked Miss Kelly if she was okay with me taking some pictures, and she said sure so I snuck away to get my camera. Well, the little dude must have heard me leave the room because he turned around and came running at me full throttle...tripping over his own two feet in the process. After he stood up from his face plant, rubbing his poor little head, I said, "AJ What happened???" and he said, "Ah duh DUH!!!" which totally and completely sounded like he was trying to say, "I fell DOWN!" Kelly heard it too and we both started laughing.
The little dude might not have words, but he definitely gets his point across!