Erik is in the kitchen, and i, in the room next to it. He is fussing over nothing. He still has 2 hours till bed. I think i know now why animals eat their young lol.
He has been diagnosed with some sort of issue. No specifics either, maybe they just want my money. Its not like that would be anything new for the whole doctor field. He is 15 months and he doesn't talk. Now when i say this to people they say "ooo i have a 2 year old that doesn't talk" but when i inform them that he doesn't even say mama or dada they say "well they do say that.. and dog, kitty and hypothesis". (starting to sense some sarcasm in the post).
He is supposed to be getting help with early intervention. Until then i get the joy of having the child who fully walked at 10 months and is running now... but can only scream... and point. but it is a game of what he is pointing at. He will point at the cabinets and scream. Keep in mind there are like 30 things in there... and i am supposed to figure out WHAT he is pointing at. And god forbid i get it wrong... then you feel the wrath of the toddler. I am sure those of you more experienced with this sort of thing understand. or hell, those of you who have been to a store where a toddler has been.
To make things clear i love my son, he drives me crazy to the point i fear i will never come back and may end up in the place with padded walls but i would die without him. He is my life, my joy.
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