Like we had any doubts.
Jim is disgusted that we'd even doubt his hearing abilities.
But anyway, as I mentioned before, we set up appointments for him to see an audiologist and speech pathologist to make sure there's no physical cause behind his lack of talking, and the audiologist part was yesterday. Bright and early, too - Jim and I had to get up at 5 in the morning to take Noah in to work so we could have the car. Yaaaawwwwn. Jim liked it better than I did.
Fortunately, Jim's always up to put things to the test.
The actual visit was fun. Jim had a great time charging around the waiting room while I filled out insurance papers, and then he had even more fun getting tests done. It didn't take long at all. First she let him listen to an ipod with each ear to see if he could hear it, and then we sat in a sound booth. That was the best part. The booth was dark and boring. One corner held a chair for us to sit in, and to the left and right were speakers with dark boxes on top of them. She'd play a quiet noise from a speaker in one corner, and if he turned his head to look at it, he was rewarded with the box flashing to reveal a creepy moth-eaten stuffed raccoon. Naturally, Jim loved it.
And the verdict is... Good!
After about two minutes of the sound booth, the audiologist just started laughing and said there was no reason to keep going, because his hearing is exemplary. So, well done, Jim! We've got our appointment with the speech pathologist first thing in the morning December 26th, so that should be a jolly bonus Christmas present. If you can think of anything else that would be fun to test, let us know. Jim loves doctor visits.