I am a talker, and I sense that my child will be too. Logan loves to babble. When he wakes up from a nap, and before we go get him from his crib, he will lay in there forever just talking to his bunny or pointing at things in the room and discussing them with himself...it's so great to listen to!
Lately, he has taken to sudden and seemingly unexplainable meltdowns...a lot of them happen with Rob, who I know is easily discouraged and thinks his son hates him. As a high anxiety person myself, I try to stay calm during these episodes, though internally that doesn't always happen. And then one day it dawned on me...he's frustrated. Try as he might to tell us something, we just aren't getting his message. Ball, banana, baby, balloon...all items he is familiar with and all words that currently sound the same coming out of his mouth. He wants something, he tells us, and we do nothing...or it seems like nothing to him...and then the screaming begins. I am not talking about a loud cry, I am talking about a scream that affords me a better look inside of his mouth than any Dr is ever going to get during a routine exam. I think I can see China in there! And his tongue just quivers as hard as it possibly can. I feel so bad for the little booger!
So here I am, in a house with two frustrated boys. One frustrated because I can't understand him and the other frustrated because he takes the meltdown personally. Who ever said men aren't sensitive?
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