Developmental Delay

Okay so yesterday I added a donate button to my blog, but of course, had no idea what I was doing so now to test it out everyone just donate a hundred bucks and let's see if it works! Ha.

So I spend my mornings with little E as you might have been able to tell from the Baby Lasagna's last posting.

Oh, disclaimer:  the one and only GP would like all to know she was FOUR and not TWO when she terrorized said neighborhood cats. I guess it was just one and it scratched her, and she told her mom she was trying to feed a tiger some hamburger meat when she was questioned, but I digress.  I tried to TELL Grandma Patsy I was doing her a solid by pretending she was just two. Four year olds should know better,  But she likes all her info to be precise.

Also, btw, I could just have recently severed a leg and if there were a cat in the room Grandma Patsy would be like tell me all about THIS CAT, where did it come from and who are its ancestors.  But if you ever suggested to the woman perhaps she would like to GET a cat for herself and play with it. Dear god no.  They make a mess!

Anyway MY little cat terrorizer is just two.  And she is not developmentally delayed by any stretch of the definition.  She is hyper advanced super speeded undelayed.  (That's good, right?)  But since her older sibs had issues with speech, E is speaking now the way H was speaking when she was five.  We've got full sentences, prepositions, it's crazy.  Yesterday she was able to explain to her dad WHY she was punished by not going to see friends about ten hours after the fact.  And of course when you are a mama, you don't really have much to compare it to, so since H was my first I was just like okay cool here we go this is the way kids are (my kid isn't THAT different).

*Another time out.  E has just discovered the age old family tradition of taking off all her clothes in another room and surprising the world with her stark raving nakedness before 7am in the morning*

Anyway, now with E, I am like holy moly you are going to be a nuclear physicist who writes Shakespearean sonnets while riding a unicyle on fire.  Which is not really fair because H is very very smart.  And like I have said before, she needs no services and is a straight A student at nine.  Not to mention that E knows EXACTLY what to do with the potty and will have NONE of it while H was like that's cool, I use the potty now.

Also, as long as we are all COMPARING in this blog, H was super laid back Bob Marley dreadlocks and bong hits and E is all hyper nutso Van Halen and coke balls.

SO for anyone out there who has a child with developmental delays at two or three, alls well that ends well, sometimes, I guess.  H and E jibber jabber all the way to Grandma Patsy's circus of cats.