"Light, please."

Kind of a boring phrase, right?  It set my heart aflutter the other night when Madi said it.  Her verbal skills have been ... there's no appropriate word for it.  She's learned to say certain things to get what she wants "I want popsicle", for example and she's started morphing that into "I want banana" or, more shockingly, "I want up".  It's starting to make sense to her.  If she asks for things in a particular way, she can apply that request to other items. 

We're just amazed.  I never thought she'd make 3 or 4 word sentences.  Especially ones that make sense.  She's started expressing when something hurts.  She's started asking for hugs. 

She was assessed as being moderately to severely delayed.  And this doesn't really change that - she kind of communicates like a 2/3 year old.  But hell's bells, it's coming along. 

I didn't even know what to say the other day when she said "But it's mine".  I think I was taking away the laundry basket.  (Nice try, kid)

I have been depressed for a long time.  Feeling like, things were just never going to change.  I'm so proud of her and so extremely grateful for the support she gets at school.  I KNOW they've helped her a ton. 

Now about that potty training...