An example of what happens about 27 times a day: Cadence points towards the front of the house and says "uck". I say "You want the window open? You want to go outside? Is there a bird outside? An airplane? Should we go look at some flowers? Can you say it again? I don't understand." Granted, she takes most of it in stride. But as you can imagine, there is often varying degrees on frustration on everybody's part. Most days I know it will get better. I know that she will be intelligible when she goes to college. I know that I need patience... something that has NEVER come easy to me! Is it too much to ask to know what's going on in my little girl's head? Of course, I have a feeling I'll be saying this in about 4 years regarding Sierra! Maybe I should just be content with the fact that Cadence is at least sharing with me right now rather than worrying about understanding it!
Regardless of what she says, doesn't say, what is comprehensible or not,
this little girl is surrounded by love!