I guess Mary was a late bloomer...or maybe it was all the ear wax, either way, she's now talking more and more each day. Today, she said her first 2 word sentence, "bye, Daddy". It was so sweet. Of course it was right after the door closed behind him and he missed it. Of course I ran to the door to stop him and see if she would do it again. She didn't. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. The speech therapist came for Mary's first appointment last Monday. He said she's doing great and she'll be his best client. We have weekly appointments, but he doesn't think that will be necessary for too long. Right now, we're doing a lot of repetition and repeating words. I'm so glad the therapist comes to the house. What a nice service. Tonight, she said "bubble" for the first time. She always said "bub", but in the bath tub she surprised me with the second "ble". Yea! So we're seeing progress and our life is getting easier. Ok, maybe easier isn't the correct word. Mary has entered into her stubborn, little miss independent, "mine" (thank goodness she doesn't say it yet) phase and that's definitely testing our patience. But at the end of the day, when she's fresh from the tub, smelling like baby lotion and she grabs her milk, crawls up on the couch, lays back on a pillow and pulls a blanket up, your heart can't help but melt.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
She's blossoming everyday
I guess Mary was a late bloomer...or maybe it was all the ear wax, either way, she's now talking more and more each day. Today, she said her first 2 word sentence, "bye, Daddy". It was so sweet. Of course it was right after the door closed behind him and he missed it. Of course I ran to the door to stop him and see if she would do it again. She didn't. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. The speech therapist came for Mary's first appointment last Monday. He said she's doing great and she'll be his best client. We have weekly appointments, but he doesn't think that will be necessary for too long. Right now, we're doing a lot of repetition and repeating words. I'm so glad the therapist comes to the house. What a nice service. Tonight, she said "bubble" for the first time. She always said "bub", but in the bath tub she surprised me with the second "ble". Yea! So we're seeing progress and our life is getting easier. Ok, maybe easier isn't the correct word. Mary has entered into her stubborn, little miss independent, "mine" (thank goodness she doesn't say it yet) phase and that's definitely testing our patience. But at the end of the day, when she's fresh from the tub, smelling like baby lotion and she grabs her milk, crawls up on the couch, lays back on a pillow and pulls a blanket up, your heart can't help but melt.
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