In the next few days, I am to get a clear plastic container-box, fill it with an assortment of toys, and work with R so she can hear me say the words. There are quite a few - a horse (the tongue click sound) a cow (the muh-MOO sound) a ball (buh) a train (chew-chew) an ice cream (mmm!) a baby doll (sssh! Baby's sleeping!) and so on. The object is to get R used to the feel of the sounds in her mouth as she begins to make words.
The feeling now is that this is more a delay than damage, although noone can explain to me how she can be missing such elemental building blocks of sound (buh? ssh? oink?) and still trot out tickle-tickle.
I can finally swallow without wincing, thank God. I hear the doctor's sons are getting a touch of whatever this is that's been going around. (evil grin) Not, you understand, that I had anything to do with that.
My siamese cat was finally diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. Now she's calmer and much happier until she spots me coming with her teeny little pills. Not a happy kitty! I explain (futily) everytime I'm stuffing one down her pink maw and she's giving me that outraged 'why would you do this to me' look - If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be doing this!
Must get to bed. Perhaps not so much better as I thought, huh?
Tomorrow I'll write more coherently.