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To think that last year she was only 2 months old!

 

This post is about my funny fourteen-month-old daughter.

Phoebe loves to talk on the phone (see photo). She jabbers on and on and will occasionally even say something that resembles "okay" or "all right" or "who is it." She will talk for a minute, then frown, then break into her Webster-laugh. She gestures wildly, then talks some more. She almost always walks around in a little circle while she talks. (Clearly she is used to watching me wander around the house doing little chores while I talk on the phone.)

Phoebe can say the following words:

Wow
Cup
Banana
Ball, baby, book (these all sound the same but it's in the context)
Bath
Fish (for actual fish and the crackers)
Mama (although it's usually ma-ma-ma-ma and only when she's distressed)
Papa (for Grandpa, and she always whispers this for some reason)
Dog
Cheese (the other night I put her in her highchair and gave her some string cheese. She'd pick up a piece, say "Cheese!", drop it on the floor, and say "Dog!" as Finn scrambled to retrieve it.)
Cracker
Cookie (meaning the monster)
Bird (for Big Bird)
Gogo (Elmo -- are we seeing a theme here?)
Duck

But her best word, my most favorite word, is "Yeah." Phoebe says the most heartfelt "yeah" in the world. It's more like "eeeeyeeaaahh," drawled out like a true Southern girl, and it's always accompanied by a big beaming grin. Even when she's crying! In the midst of a tantrum, I'll say, "Phoebe, do you want your cup?" and through her tears she'll smile and say, "eeeyeaaah!" and then resume crying. It's adorable.

Phoebe likes to dash across the room and then fall into a heap onto a pile of cushions. The other day I was up on Mallory's top bunk changing the sheets, and glanced down and discovered Phoebe on the third rung of the ladder. She dances by stomping her right foot on the floor and wiggling her hips. She blows kisses and claps whenever she hears the ABC song, and sings along with the Elmo tape we play in the car. If I'm sitting on the floor, she'll run over to me and push me on the chest and then giggle wildly when I fall over. She loves to wrestle with Mallory and to ride in her stroller. She'll take two "guys" (action figures, Barbies, whatever's handy) and make them have little conversations. She likes to watch our fish and to climb on our dog. She loves strawberries, Rice Chex, and tomatoes (not all at once). She can unfortunately scream just as loudly as her older sister. She bites when thwarted. She has perfectly straight hair and big blue eyes and very chubby thighs. If she sleeps for only 30 seconds past 5:00 on any given day, she'll be up until midnight that night. She has never (never!) slept through the night.

I can't wait to see what she'll learn next. Posted by Picasa

Comments

Anonymous said…
Uh, she can say "Dada" too....
aimee said…
Oh, I miss her. I want to see her again. I can't believe she can already say and do all those things already!
aimee said…
Try Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser for the bathtub. That thing is truly magic!

Have you read your email?
H Noble said…
Adorable! I did notice that you didn't list Dada, though. I'm sure it wasn't on purpose!
Holly

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