That is actually a post from another blog I read
if you want to check it out.
Once again today I am reminded of how thankful we are. Today I am thankful that Max is finally finally learning to express himself though language. He has always been a late talker, had early intervention services and the like to get him to use his words. The problem is he just barley passes something called an articulation screener so he no longer qualifies for any language services.
Who knew talking wasn't a given thing? Who knew we needed to be thankful for the ability to fluently communicate.
To give you an idea on Max's lack of communication, his two year old brother has better pronunciation
of certain words then Max does. Sam can say his L's correctly and Max
still says L's as if its a Y.
Today we are on our way home from Preschool and I ask Max if they played out side for recess, "Yes mom." Then I ask what they had for snack "Apple sauce and graham crackers" he says. Now this is already more than I usually get out of him. Every day up till now when I ask what he had for snack he would say "I don't know." So I am already pretty happy about the conversation and then he goes on to say "Also I was the snack helper" Wow did my son just volunteer information, holy cow I was very excited and thankful that he his FINALLY talking.
I was driving home from the hospital with Sam the other day and I was doing 80 in the passing lane and some person decided that was way to slow and swerved around us and gave us the bird in the process. A younger me would have been pissed off but now I kind of feel sorry for that kind of person. They don't realize they should be happy to be alive and able to drive. Its a strange thought to think, gosh I'm kinda glad some things have happened to us, I'd hate not to appreciate what we do have. Cause what I was doing on right near the Barton Drive exit was praying for the Mama's that have babies at Mott's that day and being grateful that we only had an appointment not an over night stay.