Elliot’s first speech therapy session was enlightening. Remember when I said I don’t know what he’s supposed to be doing now? Yeah. Lots more than he is. It was the first time I had that moment (that I absolutely knew was coming) of distress and pity for my sweet baby. The two therapists (one a student) showed a real gift for working with little kids. I watched him cheerfully, happily totally fail to understand what they were asking of him. That was hard.
No one can tell me why Elliot’s speech isn’t developing as it should. I don’t even speculate.
Right now he is cocooned in our family. He doesn’t pay any price for his delays. I’m counting on Team Elliot to get his chatter in order before he has any idea there was ever a problem. There are now four professionals working on this one 30-pound baby. While I don’t care to speculate on the grown-ups’ weight, I have to think that’s a winning ratio.
jaysaint 
Posted by Susan on March 12, 2011 at 6:26 pm
It’s going to be okay. Elliot is bright and chipper, and he is surrounded by adults who are devoted to his wellbeing.
It’s going to be okay.
Posted by jaysaint on March 12, 2011 at 9:22 pm
Thank you. He is being a turkey at the moment, but I take your larger point.
Posted by Susan on March 12, 2011 at 10:22 pm
Well, he’s bound to be one from time to time. They all do that because they can’t help themselves – that’s why they’re so cute, so you don’t put them in the linen closet.
Posted by Jeannie on March 12, 2011 at 10:25 pm
For sure a winning ratio. Team Elliot will figure it all out.