Sacha has now been in speech therapy for three weeks. He amazes me every time we go, not only with his progress but with his openness to do anything Lindsey (his therapist) asks him to do. I cannot say the same for his attitude towards me - normally, his way of avoiding my demands requests is to wave and say "Bye, Mommy."
Sacha's session yesterday was no exception. Sacha was playing a fishing game where he used a little fishing rod and pulled out fish from a “pond”. When he’d pull one out, Lindsey would say “Sacha, this is a FISH. Can you say FISH?” He would oblige by making his best attempt at an FFF sound, followed by something approximating ITCH.
At one point, Lindsey used the rod and caught a fish. She asked him to say FISH. Sacha shook his head and kept saying "Non non non non." She looked at him and again said “Sacha, this is a fish. Can you say fish?” He adamantly refused.
After a few repeated attempts on her part, he finally said “Non non. Daffin.” Lindsey said “What?” And Sacha pointed to the fish and said "Daffin." She had caught a dolphin with her rod. She laughed at said “Yes, Sacha, it IS a dolphin!”
I friggin didn’t even know he knew what a dolphin was, let alone the word. God bless Finding Nemo ;)