Well howdy, Blogger, haven't seen you in awhile.... Does anyone besides my snarky old self think that Blogger may have bitten off more than it could chew when it merged with Google?
Or a friend of mine is convinced this is all a way to urge us all into going to Beta mode.
Either way, it kind of sucks. Quit breaking down, Blogger. We'll love you ever so much more.
Harrumph. Today was a good day (and it's not over yet!) Rosey had her speech evaluation!
And while the therapist agreed with my statement that it was like living with a small dictator from New Jersey*, Rosey did well.
She counted to three.
She pointed out colors.
She fed a baby doll and gave it a drink.
She used three and four word sentences.
She did two puzzles.
She herded the therapist and myself all over the office. 'Mama sit dere! 'Net sit dere! Wosey sit here and give Door bilk.' (Dora milk. Do all the two year olds in the world know Dora? Is recognizing her like the final test to become two?)
She shushed poor Annette, leaned over, took my hand and said firmly. 'Want toys up dere. Pease.'
(A puts all the really complex toys up high where a small girl can only dream.)
And at the end, A said that she was talking at the correct level. A little trouble on first sounds, and mispronouncing mightily, but talking at the right level.
I would have kissed her but I was too busy trying to deal with General NastyPants, who was insisting (loudly) that we go NOW and find a bathroom.
So this report will go to Early Childhood Development, who will mull it over and let me know.
Now to start shutting things down here at work!
*The 'dese' and 'doses' flew thick and fast.