The other day at the park we encountered an old playgroup friend of Theo's, who is exactly his age. He was prepared to tell the cops his name and address if he ever got lost. Yikes, I better buy Theo a dog tag!
I feel guilty when I get wistful seeing other conversational children. It's amazing how I transition between sadly hearing a child his age sing a whole song, and the happiness and excitement of Theo finally starting to sing. Which, incidentally, occured this week. See Grandma Carol's comments below. He sings one word at a time, repeating after me (or her, she gets the credit for getting him started on it). He has a lovely singing voice, and much better pitch than his dad.
While it's difficult not to compare him to other children, we are still pretty good about celebrating his victories as they occur on his own unique, personal timeline.
It's going to get much easier, I think, when I see the other children he goes to his special preschool with. Even if that makes me horrible, it will be nice to see Theo in a group of kids his age where he is not the least advanced. And so in essence, I am wishing bad things on other children. So sue me, I'm human!