We went back for our six month check-up with our developmental pediatrician. The twins went together this time, which worked fine and saves a lot of driving and child-care scrambling.
The dr. hasn't given us her report, but she did say B. is about where G. was six months ago. I have to say that while I like the dr's manner, I don't put much stock in her assessments. B. and G. are so different, it really has no meaning to say that B. is where G. was at any given time. She also said that they are both at about 12 months in their fine motor skills. They are light years apart in their fine motor skills, as far as I can tell. I don't know if we'll bother going back again in six months. She also wants us to put both of them in intensive ABA programs.
I was feeling very ready to leave when G. gave me a pick-me-up. The social worker and I walked into the exam room together, when G's face lit up and he said "Hello" in a loud cheesy voice. The social worker was thrilled. Only my husband and I knew that he was being King Midas from a "Between the Lions" CD we have in the car. I almost shrugged it off at the time, because G. is constantly singing something from a movie or CD these days. Once I thought about it, though, I realized it was the first time he's said hello to me. Wow. I'll probably take this back someday, but right now, I'm loving echolalia.