Friday, May 6, 2011
We have a Gymboree birthday party tomorrow afternoon so I was looking forward to Jacob going berzerko again. In preparation, I sang three rounds of happy birthday to him to get him psyched and each time he yelled "YAY" and "MAW". When I picked him up from daycare this afternoon, his teacher Miss Edie asked him to deliver something to me... "Mommy. Mommy. Happy!" She had asked him to say happy mother's day when he gave me a picture for the refrigerator. Perfectly annunciated happy when just this morning he was saying happah. I forgot what Auntie Zinovia called it but it's something about being able to think about what you're saying and how you're saying it. I do model the words for him but Jacob is self-editing because no matter how he says it, I accept it. I validate what he is saying by repeating what he has said and then responding to him. There are still words that I ask him to say the way that I am saying it like milk because he would rather sign the word than say it or he just says a sound with an "m" in it. Just like the word open, we have been working on the word milk since he had his last constraint therapy and couldn't use his right hand to sign for milk. It seems to be the words that we pay little attention to that he tries to approximate. Stubborn.