EPT

Oh EPT... Further and further proof that I AM NEVER PEEING ON ANOTHER STICK. In fact, I had my tubes tied to confirm this... but that's another story.

EPT has always been delayed. With everything. His birth. Crawling. Walking. You name it. He just does it all in his own time.

The best example with him was walking. At about 13 months, I dropped him off at the church nursery. We have a paid attendant and the boys see her twice a week. She loves those kids and they love her.

Went back to get him and Miss B said, "You didn't tell me he was walking." Um... He's not.

He literally walked for her for two months before he walked for us. Twice a week for 45 minutes at a time, he'd walk in the church nursery. Then come home to crawl. Huh?

What is up with this kid?

And now that he's 3. TODAY he's THREE! We've of course noticed this continued trend. He didn't talk for a long time. Now we're in speech therapy and he's on his own time and terms. The therapist will ask where he wears his shoes.

Correct answer? "Feet." EPT's answer? Deep sigh. Points. "Down there." I just think he thinks we're all idiots.