So I made the call today to the Elementary School to see about getting Benjamin some early intervention speech therapy. The "interim" principal answered the phone (his first day on the job!) and told me he wasn't sure who I needed to talk to, but promised to research it and call me back tomorrow. He said he was a big fan of speech therapy before the kids get to school so they have one less thing they need to focus on when they get there.
The adorableness that is Ben's current speech makes us smile on an hourly basis. Today he ate a banana, then came up to me like the smart ass he is and said, "Oh, no! Oh, no!" "What? Whatsamatter Benny?" "Da nana! Da nana!" "What, buddy? Where did the banana go? Did the doggy eat it?" "No! Oh, no! Da tunnel. Da tunnel," he says pointing into his mouth and down his throat with a giant smile on his face.
Tonight, while 4-kiddo sitting at our pals house, it was getting a bit late and it was 2 hours past Ben's usual bedtime. He kept coming up to me, grabbing my hand and saying, "Bye, bye. Gotta go. Bye, bye, Mama."
It's late. Bye, bye. Gotta go. Bye, bye, internetland.
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