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| Everyone's keeping their fingers crossed! |
It’s been
a few weeks since our last speech therapy session and something amazing has
begun to happen. I’m almost scared to write this in case it proves to be a
false start, but it does feel different somehow this time.
Little
man Taters is beginning to speak. It’s early days, just a few words, and not
especially well pronounced, but definitely words and not just babbles that
resemble words; they are spoken with meaning, with emphasis and in the right
context to convey something specific. You know, like proper words!
To recap,
Taters will be three in October and despite seeming on the verge of talking for
the last 18 months, he couldn’t actually speak (at a push he could mimic the
words Mummy and Daddy, but extremely rarely).