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12/07/2005

Nineteen Months Old

My beautiful girl is nineteen months old today.  My spouse anticipates these mini-birthdays and says things like, "She'll be nineteen months old in two weeks" or "She'll be two in five months."  I'm not exactly in denial about how fast the time is going by, but I try to live in the moment.

I was just reading the post I wrote in August and am amazed by how many more words G. knows now.  I'm working on a picture book for her that represents her first words, but I'm not going to keep adding to it, or it will be the ultimate moving target and I'll never finish. 

She says and understands: Mama, Dada, Nana, no, ball, sky, geese, toes, leg, arm, eyes, teeth, ear, hair, chin, shoes, boots, socks, shirt, cup, cheese, peas, toast, hot, yogurt (I've only heard her say this one once), water, hi, bye-bye, potty, Max (character on Dragon Tales), two, six, eight, ten, and a few simple phrases like: "uh,oh," "oh, no," "I get" and "Where's Dada?"  She will also try to repeat words that you say to her, but that she doesn't yet understand.  She seems to use language to "label" things rather than a communication tool.  She doesn't walk into the kitchen and say, "Cup" when she is reaching up for her sippy cup.  She has this little "I need something" sound she makes, like "eh-huh". 

Physically, she is like a little monkey!  She can get into and out of the Lazboy, onto and off of the couch, onto and off of the kitchen chairs.  She now understands that to reach something higher, all one must do is climb on something. *mock sobbing*  We keep the chairs out of the kitchen when we're not actually sitting on them; it's a pain, but better than having her get to everything on the table.  We can only use the center 1/3 of the table anyway because she's so tall.  Sigh.  One of her favorite things to play with is the remote control that comes on the car keychain.  It's kind of funny.  We get the remote back from her and have to either turn off the alarm or go out and close the trunk.  (It would be much less amusing if we didn't have an attached garage and had to go out in the weather to do this.)

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