As a change of scenery, I dragged the Mini up to my mother’s house. Given that the Mini has been “calling gaba on the phone” quite a lot as of late, I figured there was no time like the present.
I was telling my mother about the therapists mild concern about the pragmatic language gap. To be clear, since people have wondered why the hell I’m concerned about the Mini not holding a conversation with me, he has a considerable gap in his actual language (the words he has) and his ability to ask for something to get his needs met. I don’t mean that he should be talking with me in complete sentences. At this age, he should at least be coming to me and asking for something on a more regular basis. Even if it’s just to ask for juice or a snack, in very basic language. When I ask him if he wants juice he should be able to reply with a yes or a no. Or even the type of juice, instead of just repeating what I say. And to be fair, he DOES have some pragmatic language, it’s just extremely limited to “light on (or off)” or “oooh tee bee” (translation: turn on that yo gabba gabba show I am so fond of).
I think a large part of it, is that he tries to communicate with us, but when he gets on a tangent about something, it’s largely jargon and babble, which is impossible to understand, leaving everyone frustrated and causing him to fall back on him repeating us.
I think the other part of it is that he’s really bored at home. Bored by his toys, bored by me.
Especially bored by me. Which was witnessed when we arrived at “Gaba’s” house and he proceeded to blow us all out of the water all day with his language. Not only pragmatic, but appropriate use of nearly everything he said. My favorite gem of the day? When he completely out of the blue said “Hi Gaba, it’s DayDay” (How the Mini says his own name) when my mother walked outside. A fucking four word sentence, clear as day? Really? Are you KIDDING ME?
Perhaps I shouldn’t mention this to the speech therapist.