I tried to open the bedroom door to put laundry away and noticed that it was stuck. Why in the world was our bedroom door closed, anyway? I pushed a little harder and felt someone pushing back. I did two things very quickly that surprised me. I yelled 'fuck' and then after glancing to make sure the girls were sitting safely at the table (which they were because my profanity caught their attention and they were both staring at me in confusion) I used all my force to push the door in. Huh? What? Am I one of those people that would go up the stairs late at night in an old cabin if I heard a noise? I really thought I was smarter than that. I guess I had a little adrenaline rush and wanted to know who was in my bedroom holding the door closed!
If you haven't figured it out yet, the room was empty and the intense heat we have been experiencing was just making my 'usually easy to open' door stick. The door had been closed because Alex closed it when he turned the air conditioner on. What was I going to do, anyway? Scream profanities at the intruder and offend his delicate sensibilities?
So, today I am watching and waiting for that word to come from Kate's mouth. If you attend speech therapy at all you'll know they often tell you to keep feeding the language in and eventually it will come back out. They also remind you that things that are said with great emotion often come out first because children take more notice. So, it's coming; that I know. It is just a matter of time. I am guessing she will save it for the waiting room of the doctor's office or the line up at the grocery store. I'll keep you posted.