Thankfully, he had his session with his speech 'teacher' that day. She walked in. I looked her in the eye, and said give it to me straight. And I think she did. At this point, we feel that it's just a speech delay and that he will get there. He's not yet two. He is making progress every week in some way.
So basically, I just need to continue working with him, but I need to relax. If you know me, you know the hardest part of that statement is 'relax'. I can do many things. Relaxing isn't one of my strong character traits.
But yesterday, as I was in the bedroom, I heard him running down the hall yelling what sounded like 'Come!'. Today he has repeatedly said 'Me' and pointed at items when he wanted something. So I'm trying to take comfort in the progress. He is jabbering more. We don't understand what he's saying, but he is definitely trying to communicate or tell us a story. This is progress.
As I looked over today, saw black goo on his mouth and chin, he looked up and said 'yuck'. Yes, I imagine that trying to eat Play Doh was a little bit yuck.
He might not be signing songs or telling me what sound the cow makes.
But he is learning in his way, in his time how to tell us what he needs. I'll take this as progress.