O is getting so much better with his vocabulary. There are a couple of things he says very well and he's even putting some pretty complex sentences together.
(Daddy nigh nigh me = I want Daddy to take me to bed.)
The only sound he hasn't been making is S, but I'm told it's the last to come. The language assessor told me not to worry if we couldn't really understand him all that well, that he'd get better in time. But it's incredibly frustrating for both of us when I can't tell what it is he wants.
The other morning I asked him what he wanted for breakfast.
No Mama! Cank! Cank!
He pointed to the counter but all that was in view was a tomato, potato chips and bread. It appeared that none of these was what he was asking for.
Through very frustrated tears, he grabbed my hand and brought me to the refrigerator, opened the door and got the strawberry jam. Suddenly it made perfect sense; he wanted a Peanut Butter Sandwich!!
Yeah, yeah. I know. It should have been obvious.
Mama loves PB&J for breakfast too.