I get a kick out of it when BeanBean talks. I especially enjoy it when he freaks people out, but I work extra hard not to make a big deal about it. Sometimes he doesn't want to talk to people, and sometimes he does; I don't push him either way. I'm confident that he'll let me know if he needs something, and I don't feel like his speech (or lack thereof) is any comment on my parenting or anything I've done, so it's just not a big deal to me. It's fun, but it's not what I think of when I think of my son, you know?
We're having a birthday party for him on Saturday. A small gathering of friends and family, celebrating the fact that I became a mother, and that I've made it two years without any major issues despite the horrors of the pregnancy, labor and delivery of BeanBean.
Yes, I'm the first to admit that this party is for me. I expect to hear about all the things I've done right for the past two years, and to bask in the reflected glow of his brilliant Babyness, soon to be lost forever as my BeanBean evolves further into a Little Boy.
I think it may be time for a new thread,