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Eljay's development was still going slow, and especially his speech was lagging behind where it should be. Motorically he was doing okay, though self-conscious and hesitant at times, for his motor skills developed at a fairly normal pace: he could run, dig, play, and looked pretty normal.

Eljay missed mommy terribly. He had an unhappy frown on his face as he wondered if mommy had gone away because she didn't love him anymore. She had been very firm about not wanting him to drink her milk anymore, and he had been very firm about wanting to anyway. What if it was all Elwoof's fault? What if he'd made mommy go away? What if mommy didn't love him anymore?

"Mommy when?" Elwoof asked as he looked up at daddy while they walked. Daddy was checking some things, though Elwoof paid little attention to them, sticking close to daddy while he looked curiously at all the things they saw. He already missed mommy terribly, and who was to say when he'd see her again? It was nice to have daddy, but he wanted both parents by his side.