Buzz is steadily progressing with his speech. He’s heartily grasping new words, using his terms in the right context and with relative clarity. We’re still far from where we should be, but the light is bright and blazing. All without any outside help, since they’ve yet to call back to schedule another appointment and I’m not entirely eager to set him up for such an uncomfortable calamity once more.
With this flourish of language comes your standard awkward situations. The other day we were sitting in an ice cream shop, eating our double scoops of chocolate, when an older lady walks in.
“Grandma!”, he exclaimed rather loudly.
“No, Buzz, that’s not Grandma”, J and I corrected apologetically.
Buzz turned around, pointing at her again. “Grandma!”
Here kid, let’s stuff your mouth full of ice cream.
Hello, embarrassment. It’s not exactly nice to see you, but it’s been a long time coming.