Friday, March 4, 2011

A month or so into speech therapy

Maybe it's my imagination, but G seems slightly easier to understand.  Could be the speech sessions or him just adding a month or so to his development or both.  I had to call the dentist, whom we just saw on Wednesday, about his palate, which is high and narrow according to the therapist.  I don't know if they will even do spacers for kids as young as he is, but if so, that could be in the near future.

I am going to try to make a real concerted effort to only allow him his pacifier at rest times since I know that affects the shape of his mouth.  With that being said, there will be some occasions when I just let him have it because I am not willing or able to tolerate another tantrum.  He is 3, after all.  By the time D gets home from work sometimes, G and I are having knock-down dragouts, or at least it feels that way to me.

And I'm going to start giving him "real" cups now instead of sippies.

I guess I've sorta forgotten this from back in the days when N was a newborn and I had to do PT on her for her torticollis, but one of the hardest things about parenting is doing health-related things for and to your kids that you know is best for them but either 1. hurts them, 2. pisses them off, or 3. makes your life at least 9 times harder than it already is.  Like one more thing to do on your list of never-ending things to do.

If I'm honest, there are some words I really don't want G to say properly because saying them wrong is just so very cute.  Like ameeyals for animals.  

Of course, if saying animals incorrectly was the biggest of his speech issues he wouldn't be in speech at all.  

1 comment:

Keri said...

I agree with your "one of the hardest things about parenting..." statement. Definitely.

I used to read a blog called Callappider Days, named in reference to a child's mispronunciation of the word caterpillar. The mom said she hated to think of the day her son stopped saying that word incorrectly; I can relate. I know Dion hated it when Audrey started saying the hard "c" sound correctly, instead of using a "t."

Bittersweet. That's pretty much the theme of parenthood, isn't it?