Look who’s talking
There was an explosion at our house this weekend.
Not the kind that requires a hosing off in the bathtub.
This one brought tears of joy to my eyes. Blinding, beautiful tears of joy.
My baby. My sweet, severely speech-delayed X. Has decided to talk.
To really talk.
Monday, at speech therapy? The SLP told me that if she didn’t know it was X, she’d think it was a completely different child than the one she saw last week. It was that amazing.
And I’m over at Sluiter Nation today to tell you all about what got it rolling. So please come by – it’s VERY happy times at the Pants House!