It's a daily struggle to remind myself not to compare Logan to what other 17-18month olds are doing. It's a struggle not to get down when I see 8 month olds doing more than Logan. And it's a weird reality to have to teach and constantly work on skills like how to get to a sitting position, how to get onto knees, how to get from knees to feet, how to open drawers and cupboards, how to climb steps...all the things that are instinctual to other babies, all things we thought we would be wishing wouldn't come so fast - yet here we are teaching him how to be curious and open up cupboards that should have locks on them and teaching him to climb steps that should have gates on them.
It's not just the physical things either - he doesn't seem to comprehend things the way he should. He knows who Mommy & Daddy are and will say Dada but we've been waiting for Daddy to get home from work everyday since he was born and he has yet to show excitement or any sort of acknowledgment that Daddy wasn't here but now he is, and Daddy's a fun guy definitely worthy of a little excitement!!! And just in the last 2 months has he started reaching for me. But he still doesn't say Mama and just like with Daddy he doesn't get excited to see me.
We try not to complain about it to anyone and it's not even a big topic between Kevin and I but sometimes it really gets to me & he may not show it like I do, but I know it gets to him sometimes too... Especially now that everyones emotions are a little more heightened with the lack of sleep a newborn brings.
Having 2 babies that require a lot of time & effort without much return would get the best of anyone now & again.
All of this was brought on because just recently we received our initial Birth to Three evaluation paperwork in the mail which outlines what was evaluated and how Logan performed. When he was evaluated at 15months he was scored at the skill level of a 5-8month old in 3 of 4 categories and the skill level of an 8-10month old in the last category. Kinda a tough pill to swallow.
Anywhoo...
Gotta take it all in stride and put aside what's considered normal and live in our little world where normal is celebrating little moments like this:
a couple steps behind the walker without moms help :)