Here is an interesting article pulled from The Huffington Post.
When I became a mom the second time around, I thought I’d be more laid-back than I was with my first child. And for a while, I was. Baby #2 nursed beautifully. He slept beautifully. He crawled at nine months. And not long after crawling, he walked, then ran. He hit all of his milestones right on time. All but one.
For nearly two years, my son didn’t talk. Not much, anyway. He said a few words: Mama. Dada. Ball. No.