Out of the mouth of babes...

Elisabeth.  Oh you give me so many stories.  I posted briefly on facebook today about the new sound she is making. It's not even cute. And now it's not even funny.  It's pretty much embarrassing.  She likes to make these long screeching/growling sounds that sound like she could have the starring role (alongside Chucky) in some scary Halloween movie.  And she was full on with these sounds today.  At Walmart of course.  Once she went through a sucker (one of those big ones) and a cheese stick and whatever else she ate in the cart, she thought she would amuse everyone with her devil sounds.  One lady stopped and said "oh my...I think she just might be a singer someday..." Hmmm...Is that what you call it?-maybe get a job in a heavy metal rock band ?!?!  She was in full mode at the check out lane and she was actually starting to cause a scene.  I was trying to get her to stop but she just kept getting louder and louder.  The poor check out guy was getting nervous so I told him "don't worry, her head won't start spinning."

 Demon possessed sounds or not, Elisabeth has actually come a long way in her speech.  She's been in speech therapy since she was 6 months old.  I know its hard to believe that any child of mine would need to be in speech - its almost ironic. (Just in case you didn't know, I like to talk.) But at 6 months she was mainly having problems with eye contact and making any sounds and with other presenting problems- early intervention was our best option. But lord willing she will continue to meet all her goals and be out some time after the first of the year! I remember at her 6 month check up when things were pretty discouraging.  I left the doctor's office in tears.  Wondering if and when Elisabeth would just gaze into our eyes, would she ever say Mama? Dadda? Would she even just lay her head on our shoulder?  Things I completely 100% took for granted with my other children. I went home and sought comfort in scripture. I turned to Psalm 139 as I often did concerning her. Even though I have read this verse a thousand times, it jumped off the page at me like never before:

                         

"Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely O Lord." -Psalm 139:4 

That verse brought me complete peace.  The Lord had it all under control.  He knew when and if E would talk.  I could trust in that and rest in His word.

So now at 15 months old she has 3 words she knows - mamma, dada, and bubba, and lots of different sounds...(albeit some well - demonic sounding)   And most of the time she says it to the right people at the right times.  Except for tonight.  I turned on Barney on the T.V.  She got real excited and pointed towards Barney and said "DA DA!!!!!!!"  The last time I checked Chris was not purple.

Elisabeth and "dada" watching "dada".  hahahaha! (I couldn't resist) To her, "dada" means love and she sure does love her "dada" -The REAL one!