...we have a special friend with us for the week.
Her name is Maddie, but Charlie calls her, "Dog," unless carefully prompted and he will say with great care, "Mad-deeee."
It is amazing, the things that are coming from his mouth these days. When he puts his mind to it, when we remind him, it seems like he can say anything. There is still a long, long, long, long way to go. You probably would not understand what he says (unless he very clearly told you to, "Sit down," which is one very clear phrase he has. Said with authority). Sometimes I find my mind racing to figure out what he is saying. He ran into the playroom yesterday, looking for something, "Tater hea." "Duh," Ken and I said to each other when Charlie finally located Mr. Potato Head.
Sometimes what he says is perfectly clear but we still don't understand him because we can't believe he's saying it.
His first report card.
I imagine sitting during circle time is something quite a few three year-olds struggle with.