Sunday. Fast Sunday. So hungry. Not much in my brain right now.
OH - except I haven't mentioned it yet, but we had a coolness happen last week. The Dude's occupational therapist told me they wanted to cut his visits down to a monthly check-in because he's just fine and dandy. His verbal skills are literally exploding all over the place. She may have even used the word "advanced" and I may have totally freaked out and called my mom gloating all over the place. He came up to me today with a bright pink lollipop someone had given him at church (a pox on people who give other people's kids candy just before nap time) and said "Oh! I have pink!" Cool, huh??
One good and bad thing is that he can ask for what he wants most of the time. The problem is, he actually says "I want ________" - which is great communicating, right? But one thing I really detest is kids saying "I want" anything. I banned that from WG's vocabulary years ago - and just sticking a PLEASE on it doesn't cut it. "May I please ______" gets me every time. Poor Dude can stick 3 words together now and every time he asks for something I try and get him to draw it out with at least 5 words with "May I please have." He's nice about it but it's still just out of his grasp. He's only 26 months old, for crying out loud!
Mean mommy. I really am jumping up and down from his fabulous vocabulary, but I am laying the smack down with the "I want" thing. All those nights I knelt down and begged heaven to let my child talk, and now I'm all "oooo, but not THOSE words." I recognize what a nutcase I am, I do.
It's like once, years ago, I had a stand partner in orchestra with really terrible body odor. I went to the stage manager and asked him to say something to him about it - mostly because the stage manager was obsessed with asking all the women to not wear too much perfume on concert night so we wouldn't all choke each other out, and I knew he'd understand. The dear stage manager did it, and that night at our first convert I swear the boy was wearing an entire bottle of cologne. I almost threw up. When I saw the stage manager later and he excitedly told me he'd had a successful conversation with the lad (on a very sensitive subject, for sure) and instead of thanking him first, I went on a tirade of how now it wasn't body odor but cologne that was crazy intense. I've felt bad about it for years, and wished I'd recognized what a nice thing he'd done for me before going off on the cologne thing.
So poor Dude, if you are reading this someday, I'm sorry I keep pushing and shaping your words, and I will try harder to show you how thrilled I am that you can and do talk to me with every single word you know. I do know I am the luckiest mommy ever... well, second to my own dear mother who had the joy of raising moi. You're welcome, mom!!