Photographs of a rather grumpy little man, worn out from a trip to the doctor. We have the go-ahead to get his hearing tested (again) and have been encouraged to have him evaluated for speech therapy. Poor little man is much more interested in running around outside, singing, jumping over cracks in the sidewalk and stopping to examine leaves than he is in pronouncing letters and words correctly.
I suppose, though, that it’s one of the lasting effects of being so hasty to exit the womb at 32 weeks. Much like trying to walk up the stairs two steps at a time, before your legs are really long enough, and the resulting bump. This week, a month after his birthday, marks the 3 year anniversary of us being able to bring him home from the hospital. Everything else seems to have sorted itself out, he’s still a skinny minnie for 3 years old but his growth curve is good. So we’ll see how things go.