I may just be the happiest mama ever tonight; my oldest boy who is well known for his jibberish has begun to speak English. Slowly but surely. The important things, obviously: Car, Toys, Cow, Cat, Doggy, Two, Shoes, Uh Oh, Yeah, No, What, Truck (sounds like Cat, but we know it's Truck).
(Excuse my seriously annoying voice...
my voice raises 10 octaves when I speak to my children)
It has been a long, exhausting two years of deciphering what this child wants, needs, thinks, feels, ETC. For a long time, I truly wondered if my child would speak. And by speak I mean my language. Because speak he does (or hopefully...DID):
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