Navigating the sticky, jam-covered road of life.
I've written before about Ladybug and her amazing use of body language to communicate. Her lack of speech doesn't really bother me. She's not frustrated. She really communicates very well. I've long suspected that she's capable of saying far more than she lets on. This morning, it happened.
Ladybug and I were putting together a puzzle. It's a fabulous magnetic animal puzzle that doubles as a book. Got to love Melissa and Doug, and thank you Auntie Sharon. Anyways, her favorite is the monkey. She can OOOHHH OOOHHH, AAAHHH AAAHHH with with best of them. Today I asked her where the panda was. Not only did she point to the panda, she said "PANDA." I asked her where the zebra was. Same thing. She pointed to the zebra and said, "ZEBRA." Of course when I clapped and cheered, she looked at me like the floor show portion of this morning's entertainment was over and dashed away oohhh ooohhhing like a monkey. (Perhaps I need to learn to be a little more low key when she hits little milestones.)
I don't think she'll be reciting Dickinson anytime soon. But it's a start.
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