So, I think I have a compulsive disorder where I know it's wrong, but I do it anyway. I hit, I bite, and I fuss. Then I get my hand popped. If I can just remember not to do it, I'll be OK.
I can redeem myself and tell you that I can now brush my hair using mommy's brush, and talk on the phone too. My coordination skills are not quite there because the phone or brush end up at the back of my head...but you get the idea. Mom and dad think it's cute.
I am weaned off the bottle almost completely except for my bottle while dad rocks me to sleep. I will let mom and dad know that I need that bottle, can't live without it, until they finally give in and get it for me. Suckers!
Oh, my latest development is pointing i.e. showing whoever is holding me where I want them to go, and what it is that I want them to give me. One little thing I haven't mastered is actually pointing my finger. I sort of have just extend my arm in the direction I want to go and my hand is limp. Oh well, they get the idea.
My favorite toy right now is the one my great aunt Tootie gave to me. It is a tractor that makes lot of noises. It's cool!
I am understanding a lot more everyday. When mommy says, "Do you want to take a bath?", I know exactly what she means and I crawl as fast as I can to the bathtub. I know duck, camel, car, whale, milk, bottle (duh), mommy, daddy, Aunt Joy, Penny, eat, peanut butter, yogurt, phone and the list goes on and on. My verbal skills don't go past "hey" right now.
Something new everyday....
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