delay

My cute bitty boo has made such strides in his speech over the past few months.  He can say so many more words for food, for how he is feeling; he can tell me when things hurt and where and if he is cold or hot or sad.

But, sometimes, with some words, it is oh, so evident that he still struggles with his little speech delay.  He'll bound up to me, excited to tell me all about something that just happened.  And, when he is excited and trying to string many words together quickly, it comes out as garbled goop.  He repeats what he just said several times, using inflections and signs to give me clues, ever patient with my quizzical face, but often I still don't know what it is he is trying to say. In those situations, I just scoop him up and give him a hug, because what else can a clueless mommy do?

Today, however, our misunderstanding made me laugh.  Davis came to me and excitedly said "Snow!"  It snowed yesterday and the glorious sunshine of today makes it all so bright and beautiful.  Of course, he wanted to go out and make tracks in the snow.  So I said, "we need to put on your boots."  "Okay. Boots." We found them in the garage and tugged them on.  "Now we need your coat." "Coat!"  We zipped it up.  "How about some gloves?" "No. No gyuves"  But, I insist, because I know he'll try and pick up the snow and then his little fingers will be cold.  So, we pull and tug and tuck the gloves into place.  I walk over to the door to let him out.

"Ready to go, buddy? Ready to play in the snow?"
"No outside.  No snow.  Watch a show!"
"No, go play in the snow.  We put on your boots so you could play outside in the snow!"
"Watch a show!"

He runs (as best he can in his boots) for the steps and races down to the TV.

Oh, boy.  Well, at least he won't get chilly in the basement!