So! 15 months and no talking yet huh?
Well, I mean, if you don’t count “Dada” or “DAAAAT!”. (You do the second when you get really really excited) then there’s not much. I wasn’t too bothered until the other day when you finally have your One Year check and the health visitor asked if you say anything. When I proudly replied with your 2 word vocabulary he replied with a pause and then a simple “Oh”. Eh?? What the hell did that mean? As luck would have it, that very day you decided to say “Abba!” when I kept repeating “Open” and I realised I’d forgotten about “Liiiiiiiight”. Which means you can say 4 words. In his face!! (Obviously I am kidding. Don’t repeat that). You do point at everything and babble as if you are having a big long conversation with us. You also shake your head a lot if you don’t want something and then point to what you do want so I know we kind of understand each other.
Besides the blind flustered panicking over your non talking, what else have you been doing?
We’ve been having more play dates with the cute little girl from down the road. You do seem very scared of her though. I think it’s because she has a very loud cry. And she likes poking you in the eye a lot, which I am guessing hurts a bit. One day recently you spent the entire hour sat behind me on the sofa and peeking out to check whether she was still there. I had to keep assuring my friend you did like her and that you were just a bit shy.
It also seems you are going through multiple phases all at once. One day you seemed to be going through extreme separation anxiety and spent the day attached to my hip. I ended up doing most things one handed (do you know how hard it is to make a bottle of milk with one hand?). And then the next day you were shouting at random children in the street and putting your arms up to them to be picked up. Cheeky little monkey.
You’ve discovered that if you headbutt me around my chest area it doesn’t hurt you (for obvious reasons). You spent one entire evening doing it and chuckling your head off. You then decided it would be a good idea to try it on your dad. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the same amount of, errrm, cushioning, and I heard a loud and probably painful smack as your head made contact with his chest. Your daddy had to rub your head better and thankfully you’ve left both our chests well alone since then.
Next month is the start of wedding season. A lot of fun but it suddenly occurred to me that wearing a cream outfit may not be the best idea with your little speed demon feet and love of strawberries. Hmmm…we’ll see.
So, until next time! Mmmwah!