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(This post is entirely for my own memory and simply because I live and breath speech.)
Mya's speech development has been so different than Claire's. It seemed as though Claire began articulating every single sound correctly around the age of 2-2 1/2. Of course, I know this isn't 100% true, but she was a very articulate, well spoken child. Mya, on the other hand, is just as well spoken with language skills far beyond her years, but her articulation has been clouded by a frontal lisp since I can remember. I've taught her to "keep her teeth closed," which corrects the issue, but Chris and I don't harp on it constantly. We go in spurts, reminding her here and there. She has recently begun to correct herself. She now says the "sh," "ch", and "j" sounds correctly.The only errored sounds that remain are the /s/ and /z/. She is even beginning to say these correctly at times--all by herself. Our little girl is growing up.

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