Adventures in speech therapy #1

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“What language does this kid speak anyway?” –

Random 5-year-old at the park to Mr P in response to J’s conversation skills.

Valid question random kid, valid question. I often ask myself the same question as J points and earnestly tries to tell me something that seems urgent and important. New words would crop up and my heart would soar, telling my brain there wasn’t a problem afterall. But the words were never ones that we really needed to hear, ‘turtle’ and ‘owl’ became common, whereas ‘hi’, ‘bye’ and ‘please’ remained elusive.

His peers demonstrated their ability to string more than one word together, some forming sentences to express their needs and wants, while J developed a system of ever-more intricate hand gestures coupled with unintelligable babbling. If that didn’t work, he’d resort to tantrums.

I started to own my concerns and that of his day care teachers – it was well and truly time to get J assessed by a speech therapist. Continue reading

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Wordless Wednesday: That smile

My boy, your smile has such power and such joy. May you always believe in it and never be ashamed to let it light up someone’s life. As it does mine.

Linking up with Aussie Wordless Wednesday @ My Little Drummer Boys

About a boy, age 2

My boy turned two last Friday. Watching him tear into his day with the same wild abandon he used to rip open his presents at 6am in the morning brought such a joy to my heart.

Alot of posts here about my boy have been filled with worry about what the future holds, this appointment or that appointment or why he was late at meeting his milestones.

So caught up in my worry, I haven’t always expressed what amazes me about my boy. And he amazes me everyday – the way he interacts with the world and the people in it tells me this boy will be okay. More than okay.

So, here it is – About a boy age 2 Continue reading

Lazy parenting part two – the physio breakup

It’s been almost a month now. Almost a month since I broke up with Jarvis’s physiotherapist.

I rang a few days before our scheduled appointment and said we had been sick and wouldn’t be able to make it. That I’d ring later in the week to make a new appointment. I gave all this information to the answering machine. The answering machine I knew would be manning the phones before they opened at 8.30am. Yes, as far as breakups go, it was right up there with the most cowardly.

I hung up on the machine and I felt my shoulders relax. I wasn’t going to be making that next appointment. Continue reading

Surviving cold season + Blackmores giveaway!

I was starting to feel smug that cold season was in full swing and J had not had so much as a sniffle. The minute the thought crossed my mind I knew I was in big trouble! Illness of some kind would not be far off.

The universe seems to have a tricky way to ensure I never get too smug about any aspect of parenting. And in this case, a constantly running nose and a loud barking cough was dispatched J’s way post haste. Continue reading

A week of firsts

Sometimes I wish writing was as easy as transferring your thoughts straight from your brain onto a computer via some sort of bluetooth device.

What I want to say sounds so good when I rehearse it in my mind, and then when I sit in front of the computer some days it’s hard to get anything resembling those thoughts out and onto the screen. And I do this for a living. Go figure. You’d think it gets easier with time, but sometimes it really doesn’t.

Hence, the more than a week between posts.

It’s been a big week, a great week – a real week of firsts … so forgive me as I attempt to summarise! Continue reading