"A-EE," my son responds. Jessica questions me with her eyes.
"I have no idea…" I mutter. "Oh, wait, I know… he said 'painting.'"
She marks something down on the paper before her. I have no idea if she gave him credit for the question or not, but at the end, Jessica said, "He scored pretty well cognitively. But obviously the speech is going to bring his score down."
I nodded my head and smiled, but it pained me that what we've just experienced is exactly the type of guessing that I do daily with Equis' language.
A little over a year ago, I wrote about how Equis had zero meaningful words and needed to begin speech therapy. I was heartbroken at the time. Since then, I've learned that there was nothing I did wrong to affect Equis' speech--he simply has low mouth muscle tone and occasional issues with his hearing--but it still royally sucks.
Every day is a battle to communicate with my son. What sounds like "moon" is really "balloon" and what sounds like "muck" is really "milk." Beyond that, there are many words that I still just can't figure out, and it's frustrating for the both of us when I can't understand him.
I have to say, though, I'm proud of my two-year-old for how hard he is working to form words. His speech therapist says he knows at least 200 words but now it's a matter of getting him to say them clearly and make sentences out of them. We'll keep battling.