April 30, 2006
Sunday afternoon, and a question.
The biggest change in Schuyler these days, as evidenced by my last entry, is her level of comprehension of the things we tell her and the world around her. We always knew it was there to some extent, but lately it's been possible to converse with her more than ever before.
While we were eating, she got very mellow and cuddled up next to me like she does sometimes. She gets weirdly focused and serious when she's like this, and it's then, with our faces close to each other, that we talk.
I don't know why I never asked her before.
"Do you ever wish you could talk?"
She looked at me for a moment. "Yeah," she said with only a touch of sadness. It's one of her handful of words she can speak fairly clearly. Well, clearly to us, anyway.
But then she thought about it and changed her mind. "No," she said, and smiled. She's got new teeth coming in, so her smile isn't as gummy as it's been lately.
"You don't want to talk?" I asked.
"Noooooooo," she said with a little smile and an eye roll, as if it was a silly question.
"You getting along okay like this?"
"Yeah!" she said with a laugh, and that was it. The serious talky window was closed and we were back to play time.
Which was perfectly fine with me. I liked the answer I got.