Potty Mouth

You get used to certain things. Like Emmi not understanding us. For a year, she physically couldn't hear us. Then on top of that the sound was pretty much unintelligible to her. Also, with her shortened soft palate, it is very hard to understand what she says. So we got used to thinking she was not listening to us. Jill? We are careful around (sort of...the Veterinarian story will be told tomorrow). Emmi? We say anything and everything. Or we used to.

It was raining again this morning. And cold. And I am a weeny. So we took the car to the bus stop. Normally, Emmi is still asleep, but she woke up about five minutes before we we going to the bus. Even though Kenny was here, she wanted to go with us. I bundled her up and got her some milk for the car. She was content.

Jill and I like to sing and dance in the car. Jill picked out some Dixie Chicks, and turned the radio up. The car was shaking from her dancing. Emmi set her milk on the console and joined in. One spinning leap later, and the sippy cup was knocked over.

And Emmi? She yells, "OH SHIT!" Clear as day. In fact, the first time she has every made the "sh" sound and the best "t" sound at the end of a word. Therapy has definitely paid off. Her therapist will be oh so proud.