I've just returned from a little interlude with my baby grandson. Right speech in his case is repeating his sounds a lot, tone and lots of sing song and singing. I'm currently partial to singing "Buffalo Gals" because it's so silly and I like the phrase "a danced with a dolly with a hole in her stocking and her knees were a knockin and her feet were a rockin". He's a wonderful audience and when I play the Mozart cube and have his Jellycat bunny dance he laughs and laughs. He's definitely a kind critic. I've never felt so musically skilled.
Last night I took my son and daughter-in-law and grandson out to early dinner - we're talking 5:30 - and we celebrated my daughter-in-law's getting tenure at her elementary school. It's such a relief and gives so much security for her. Baby ate a lot of french bread and had a bottle while we had our kir.
I miss him already, but may go down in a week for one day. He's just the best conversationalist!
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