Monday morning Mussy woke up and did NOT want to go to school.

“I don’t like Monday’s.”

“Most people don’t honey.”

“Well, if most people don’t like Monday’s they should get rid of them then!”

Good point. I almost went into the whole, if we get rid of Monday’s then Tuesday’s would be Monday’s.. but I stopped myself. She’s four and as parents of four years olds know, she’d win the argument.

When I picked her up from school she said. “Mom, did you know tomorrow is Tuesday?”

“Is it really?” (I can’t know everything!)

“I don’t like Tuesday’s.”

Oh, here we go again!


Now, I would like to take a moment here to discuss Logan. He has a ‘speech delay’. What does that mean exactly? It means his speech is that of an 18 month old, instead of a 27 month old. It means he has a speech therapist come once a week to work with him. It means that Mommy has spent countless nights worrying about her son, and Mommy did so much research on the internet that she had words like ‘autism’ and ‘mental retardation’ and ‘dyslexia’ haunting her day and night. It means that every family member and friend had to hear over and over again about how he wasn’t talking and how they all said “He’ll be fine.” It meant my poor boyfriend had to listen to me cry about him and worry.

I started noticing that he might be behind when he was almost two, and he was only saying “Mama” and “Dada.” His doctor said he should know 30 words and be making 2 word combinations by then. He wasn’t. We had been evaluated by a group of people from our county’s Birth to 3 program. He tested at or above his age group in every level except speech. However they were still talking about putting him in the early learning program at the school. What if he got made fun of in school? What if he couldn’t do his homework? What if he never learned to talk? and the biggest thing; What if something was wrong with his brain?

I probably spent six months or more worrying about him. The speech therapists were saying that there was nothing wrong with his brain, he is just a late talker. But no matter how many times they told me that it didn’t help my worrying. And then last week he said something new. He said “I do.” Nothing big but he put two words together, and he wanted to do something so he said “I do.” as in I do it! Then an hour later he said “Mah gah?” as in milk gone. Was I imagining things? Nope because he said “Adah gah?” Grandpa gone!

This week he’s saying “Blah boo!” Block blue and “Mama, Mohr Mah!” More milk. And he JUST said “Bee buzz Mama!”

Now, most two year olds would say things a bit more clearly, but my son is not most 2 year olds. He’s Bubbers and he’ll do things at his own pace and I need to not worry so much. He is a fabulous little boy. Once I finally got over my fretting I was able to see all of the things he CAN do. He knows his colors, he can build towers, he can do puzzles, he laughs when he makes jokes, he is worried when someone else gets hurt. He makes eye contact, he gets excited about things, he cuddles, he cries, he loves. He’s going to be fine and no matter what I LOVE HIM!