It has been up and down lately with Ryland....and I have heard that is just how it is with a two-year old. Speech delay or no speech delay. Interestingly enough we have a really bad week last week. I realized that when we had run out of juice and I was just too tired to drag two kids to the store, I instead gave him very watered down Kool-Aid. He calls it "da's juice" since that is what it is...Daddy's juice. After a few days of the Kool-Aid I realized it might be affecting him. He was terribly clingy and unhappy and very whiney. Both of his therapist commented on the change. They said it reminded them of what he was like before he started therapy, which of course just freaked me out, until I realized the diet change. Kool-Aid has white sugar and it has red food dye. My little guy (and girl actually) are so sensitive to what is in their stomach. The Kool-Aid was stopped on Wednesday and when he woke up on Sunday morning....He was my little guy again.
At least 10 times every day I worry that he will never learn to talk. At least 10 times a day I worry that he will never be in a normal classroom. At least 10 times a day I worry that he has a more severe developmental delay then we realize...and then I pray. I pray, I pray, I pray. I love my little guy. I will love him even if he ends up being labeled. I love him.
Tonight he did the most amazing thing. Matt and I were sitting at the kitchen table and Ryland looked at us and pointed at Matt and said "Dada" and pointed and me and said "ma" then went back to Matt then back to me. He did this 4 or 5 times. He was so proud of himself that he was able to point out who was who and be able to verbally tell us that he knew. Of course, I cried through the whole thing. Again, I love him.
