The grammar nerd in me felt compelled to write “all right” as two words even though I feel like “alright” looks more like what I’m feeling. That makes total sense, doesn’t it?
For those of you who were on pins and needles, things are improving in daycare land. Louie has had a consistent teacher for several weeks and he seems more comfortable and settled. He’s still a little dramotional, but not nearly so upset when we arrive and less puffy-faced when I pick him up.
August is cool as a cucumber. The other day I went to pick him up and he was sitting, close to some others, “reading” a book. He wasn’t sure he wanted to leave! You know, until I pretended I was leaving without him. He sat through a forty-five minute speech lesson without batting and eye.
I catch them bent over things together, shoving each other, and checking one another to see their reaction. They are both much more aware socially then they were even a few weeks ago.
Overall, their rate of “talking” has gone up quite a bit. It’s mostly unintelligible, but I’ll take what I can get. I’m seeing a huge increase in understanding from both and August definitely seems more responsive to his name and to basic questions. He’s starting to talk, and might have been talking for a while before this because his “talking” is very airy and a lot of times the words don’t have endings. “Pi” for pig. “Nuh” for no. Louie’s issues are similar–he opens his mouth to make the sounds, but his mouth isn’t very cooperative. “Dah” means almost anything.
It’s a start.
And I’m happy, and I think they are too.
I’ll take it.