Lowly Speaks

I get a lot of comments on how Lowly is extremely quiet.  Granted, compared to WeeBee, most people are quiet, but they have a point.  Most of the time she's perfectly content to chew on a toy and watch WeeBee cause mayhem.  Occasionally she eggs him on by giggling.  I wasn't particularly concerned about the limited babbling, because I have heard her do it - I just figured when she had something to say, she'd say it.

The other evening she was playing with her dollhouse on the floor, while I tried to convince WeeBee that it was time to change his diaper.  He was rolling around on his bed and protesting, when I heard "Mummum," to my right.  I didn't really notice, and continued negotiating with WeeBee, who was now flailing around like a dying cockroach.  Then I heard it again, but much louder, "MUMMUM!"

At that point it clicked - that was Lowly talking.  She had apparently tried to crawl towards one of the dolls and gotten stuck, unable to figure out how to sit back up again.  She was glaring right at me with a look that clearly said, "Hey, stupid, you going to do something about this?"

The funniest part of the whole thing was that she didn't say "mummum" like a baby trying to figure out a new sound.  I've heard her do that - a few weeks ago she decided 2am was the time to experiment saying "Fa!  Fa!  Fa!"  She said it like an adult would, the first time normally, and the second time with the tone of "Hey!  You!  Wake up!"  Apparently she's been paying more attention than I'd been giving her credit for.  And even if she does look at me like I'm a moron, it's nice to be called Mummum again.  That was WeeBee's name for me when he first started to talk, and I really wasn't expecting her to say the same thing.

Some Thoughts For the Day

1. No matter how good you think your child's eye/hand coordination is, never let them eat pastina on the couch.  You thought Cheerios were a pain to get out from in-between cushions?  Try rubbery stars the size of the head of a pin.
2. There's a quarter of a loaf of bread missing in my house.  I remember taking the bag away from WeeBee and putting it up on top of the refrigerator.  It's possible that my husband or I moved it afterwards.  Anyway, the thing is gone.  It's not the end of the world in that we had another loaf in the freezer, but I'm more concerned that I left it out on the counter and WeeBee swiped it, took it somewhere to eat in secret, and now there's an eighth of a loaf of bread hidden behind a dresser, becoming a mold farm.
3. It's very difficult to type when a small child is standing behind you, popping his head over your shoulder on alternating sides saying, "Ogurt!  Ogurt!  Ogurt, Mommy!  Ogurt!  Ogurt!  Ogurt, Mommy!  WeeBee NEEDS Ogurt!"  Of course you do, sweetheart.  We won't speak of the giant bowl of Cheerios and the sippy cup of milk you just had for breakfast.
4. Lowly speaks!  For seven and a half months she's been the quietest baby ever, perfectly content to watch WeeBee carry on.  Maybe once a day she'd get excited or indignant about something and babble for 30 seconds, and then go right back to observing the chaos around her.  Earlier this week she started shouting "Dyadda!  Dyadda!" when she woke up from her nap and wanted to be picked up.  Then yesterday she was puttering in the living room in her walker and Daddy came into the room.  She threw her hands up in the air towards him and squealed, "Dadda!"  :)