Seth's delayed speech has taught me to be thankful for progress! Let's just say I'm hoping that Seth doesn't learn to drive the way he learned to speak -- zero to 60 in, um, no time flat! Here are some of his priceless mutterings of late:
We were walking down the sidewalk and saw a girl about his age. Seth said, "Hi!" Maybe you don't know how absolutely HUGE this is. I did a little dance right there and then told Seth to tell her his name. He obliged: "Mys names Seth." Nicely done, little man.
Thirty minutes later, in our very long walk, we saw our neighbor Denise. After I chatted for a few minutes, I realized I hadn't asked Seth to greet her. So I did. Seth responded with, "Hi Miss Denise. Seth get kitty cat after Uganda." I split a gut laughing. Denise had a puzzled look on her face, so I had to explain. That we are adopting.... from Uganda.... that Seth wants a cat.... that I once (ONCE) told him he could get a cat after we go to Uganda.... So there you have it. When he speaks, he speaks!
After a trip to the park and a run through the fields (will this walk ever end???), I showed Seth where some boys (probably 5 years old) were playing soccer. In a league. With serious looking referees. I said, "See the boys playing soccer, Seth?" He squinted his eyes, as he does to see far, and took off, yelling, "Seth play soccer!" He was mid-field by the time I caught up. Oops.
On our walk home, Seth started saying what I thought was "chip" but was really "step." When he said, "Sit on the step" I finally got it. Seth loves to sit on our stoop. And as we were walking, I thought he was talking about getting home and sitting for a spell. Hmm. Not so much. He pulled himself up to the next house and helped himself to their stoop. Don't know the folks who live there, but figured it wouldn't be appropriate for us to stay. Try explaining THAT to a two-year old.
Seth is complete joy and I cannot wait to see him teach Leah Grace about life in our house. Perhaps he could leave out how he performed a full body slam on the screen door tonight to get in. Or how he rammed his train through the screen in my bedroom, managing to pop the entire thing out, landing it on the ground below. Or how he climbs. Everything. And would swing from the chandelier if I let him. Yea, he can leave those things out. We're ready for you, Leah Grace!!
Well, maybe. (sigh) ;)