It's late right now. At night. I had a rare night out with an old friend. Bouley Bakery. Fantastic. The company, if not the grub. And this friend so tender and genius-y and fun, recently got a book deal based on her This American Life story that aired on the radio and was so good I had goosebumps and kept driving around and around the block (with Hugo in the back) just to hear the whole thing.
And I'd love to tell more but it's near midnight and -- oi -- the NJ early intervention team is (finally) coming tomorrow way early to stare at Hugo and listen and take notes on his talking and/or lack of it.
I know this is a big issue because my first post about this has gotten many search engine hits with things like: http://www.google.com/search?q=my+son+does+not+speak+at+all+and+he+is+18+months
Also "speak 18 months boys" and "how many words should child speak at 19 months" and "my baby is 28 months but does not talk full sentences" and on and on and so the site stats reveal the full neurotic spectrum. Stuff a parent might've silently worried about now gets poured out to the all-knowing oracle that is the internet. And the interweb sends them to me? Poor things.
I'm a bit peeved because even if he isn't using a lot of words, I know he's normal and smarter than normal and I'm not saying that because he's mine. He understands everything, he's delightfully social and ever since he turned the babble back on, the fact that he's got his own language doesn't bug me. However it's the early intervention folk I'm worried about.
I had to call them the other day. This 34 second video will explain all or some, or my annoyance.
