Considering that we’ve been everywhere on the spectrum as far as developing speech is concerned, I now have no idea what’s normal and, frankly, I don’t care. What I do know is that Abby seems to be grasping the concept with glee. She mimics what we say and consistently uses an abundance of words, some of which sound the same but being her Mother, I am also her interpretor.
Along with a string of what I can only imagine are profanities when something doesn’t go her way, she can recite a list of around 20 words. I would list them all, but it grows every day and what I list now will most likely be outdated tomorrow. Plus, I’d probably just forget about some anyway, and end up editing this entry about a million times and never escape the computer and it’ll keep me up at night until I just delete the damn thing. Not that I’ve ever done that, or anything.
There’s one word that I could never forget to include, though, because it’s practically all I hear.
Up! Up! Up! Uuuuuup!
First thing in the morning: Up! Up! Up! Up! Uuuuuuup!
While eating dinner: Up! Up! Up! Up! Uuuuup!
ALL. DAY. LONG: UP! UP! UP! UP! UUUUUP!
She’s like a knee-biting, determined broken record. I swear I’ve even heard Up! Uuuuup! in my sleep. It’s just as endearing as it sounds.