The real question is how well does Annabel comprehend language?
As far as I can tell, very well, though it's hard to judge when she's not yet responding verbally. She clearly understands basic commands like "stand up," "come here," "let go of the lamp," etc.--she either obeys or darts you a look of mischief as she disobeys. Today I asked her if she was done with lunch and ready for her nap, and she took her hands away from the food tray and looked up at me expectantly. And I think she knows what I mean when I tell her we're going to the library or the ballpark or whatever, but since she's not yet able to say, "Yes, Mama, I like it when we go to the place with books/the place with all the shouting people, garlic fries for me to eat, and random activity I don't quite get the point of down on the grassy bit," I couldn't say for sure.
There's this part of me that wants Annabel to be just like me, all brainy and early-reading and active imagination,
Are you prepared for her to be smarter than you?
signed,
Still Getting Used To The Whole "That's Emmett's Dad" Thing.
or darts you a look of mischief as she disobeys.
Really, Susan, she's plenty smart. She just keeps her own counsel.
Oh, Deena, I just LOVE that first one. But the second one is gorgeous as well.
I'm taking advantage of Emily's wireless connection while she's not home. It comes and goes, but at least I got to catch up on Bitches. How am I supposed to be without Internet till tomorrow?? I mean, really?!
My BIL didn't speak a word until he was 4. Then, his first word was a complete sentence. His parents asked him why he didn't say anything before that and his response was, "I didn't have anything important to say."
So, there ya' go.
I'm taking advantage of Emily's wireless connection while she's not home.
Oh good. I was worried because I'd disabled the connection, but I guess you figured it out.
ETA: I assume the cable's not back yet. How are you doing?
Are you prepared for her to be smarter than you?
Sometimes we wonder.
or darts you a look of mischief as she disobeys.
Really, Susan, she's plenty smart. She just keeps her own counsel.
The latest version, which just started this morning when she woke up and continued when I went to get her out of her crib when she awoke from her nap a few minutes ago, goes as follows: Annabel wakes up in a good mood. I tell her to stand up, since I'm still supposed to be coddling my back, and it's much easier to get her out of the crib that way. She begins to comply, getting as far as hands and knees or a squat, then drops to her stomach, shimmies into the corner, and grins at me. Lather, rinse, repeat, with me improvising something along the lines of "Girls who play games with Mama get TICKLED!" Eventually she decides she's done and stands up and walks over to be picked up.
Oh, Hec, Emmett's Dad is just one of the great things that you are!(seems to me you're awesome at it, though, from my Weird Single Friend opinion) Let's see...that makes the compliment tally between us like 95 to five still, but "sometimes you catch the ball and sometimes it rains."
Here are my new glasses! you can't really tell the color.
It's a godawful pic of me and I'm only showing it because I love you people.
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