When I took Katie for her 18 month check-up at the pediatrician’s office last month, the doctor asked me, “Does Katie speak?” Specifically, she asked if Katie is speaking between 15-20 words, other than mama and dada. Ummmm….. no, definitely not. Not. Even. Close.
Since that appointment, she has spoken a few more words. She knows if something is yellow (lello) or if she is naked (nake nake). She asks for milk (mill) and loves her sister Maddie (Mad).
Not to worry. Katie communicates. She just doesn’t speak a lot of words. She can tell you she’s looking for something by putting this puzzled look on her face (that seems so grown-up) and shrugging her shoulders. She can wish you goodnight by planting a big, fat kiss on your lips and offering a wave of her tiny hand. She can tell her older sister Maddie that she wants to play by pulling Maddie into the playroom by the hand. She can tell you she’s wary of a stranger by plopping in your lap and snuggling in close, peeking at the stranger from the corner of her eye. She can tell you she’s in the mood for a story by grabbing one of her favorite books, shoving it in your lap, and sitting close-by, ready to listen. She can demand more food by slamming her empty plate on the high chair tray. She can tell you when she finds something to be funny by her contagious, too-cute-for-words, belly laugh. She will tell you it’s nap time by resting her head on your shoulder. She can roar like a lion and moo like a cow. And you’ll know, without a doubt, that she’s up to no good when she runs like lightning through the kitchen with a mischievous grin on her face. She speaks volumes.
Yeah, Katie speaks.
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