We're thrilled she's saying "Uh-oh bubble" and not "Fucking cocksucking goddamn bastard son of a whore bubble!"

That's reassuring, Cashmere, because it's more or less what Annabel does, only NSM babble nonstop as occasionally when she's in the mood for it. She says hi, daddy, and bye, will echo "thank you" as ay-ooh, occasionally (as in maybe once a week) will come out with mama, kee for kitty, or bayba for baby, though she hasn't done the latter in weeks despite all my pointing to pictures of babies and asking her to tell me what they are. And sometimes she'll echo. Last week I was getting her lunch ready and talking about what I was putting on her tray. I said, "And this is cheese." She said, "izz izz eez?" So it's not like she doesn't make a sound, but she's not making lots of obvious progress either. I'll be glad when she finally gets through this so I can stop stressing about it (at which point I'll probably start stressing about her reading, since DH and I were both self-taught early readers--but at least I don't fret overly about her health and safety or other aspects of her development).

Oh, thank God! My loan money has been put back in my account at school. Phew! I can breathe again.

I'll be glad when she finally gets through this so I can stop stressing about it (at which point I'll probably start stressing about her reading, since DH and I were both self-taught early readers--but at least I don't fret overly about her health and safety or other aspects of her development).

Well, it's good to have plans, anyway.

GREAT news, vw.

Good news, vw!

I remember Sean, my sister's firstborn, was mostly babbling for a very long time. That's when I developed my theory that babies learn their own language first, and then adapt to our language when it becomes clear that we're all too stupid to keep up with them.

Obviously, Annabel has a lot of faith in you and Dylan, Susan.

That's when I developed my theory that babies learn their own language first, and then adapt to our language when it becomes clear that we're all too stupid to keep up with them.

Occasionally you hear stories about identical twins who develope their own language that no one else can understand.

Annabel is actually saying words. She's just not saying them perfectly. That's beyond babble, Susan, and sounds fine for 17 month old.

Whoo hooo, Stephanie! That is just wonderful news.

Good news on the cash too, bug. What a sense of relief.

Dr.'s office called this morning. I've got an appointment on Saturday morning. It's step in the right direction.

Yay, Stephanie!

Welcome, Shambles!

(Oh me? Been around here for years, on-and-off. Such a Buffista-in-waiting you can't even imagine: ex-librarian; rabid Buffy, Angel, Firefly, LoTR, TDS fan; philosophy post-graduate; webmistress; sci-fi-writer-wannabe; grammar nerd from hell; prone to depression and anxiety but living and loving life; purple-haired eldergoth -- LJ lurker too, but hey Jilli; generally pretty fucking awesome but definitely one of life's spectators.)

This is like How To Make a Buffista.

Just swinging by, ruthlessly skipping 1200 posts en route to shower just because I can't catch up, and don't want to be totally GreyGirl. My New School? Fabulous. Just fabulous. Crammed with North Americans too, but there's a decent smattering of Brits now. My job is great, with the whole being-in-lots-of-classes thing. The past few days I've been working with KG1 - I have no previous experience of working with the under-6 age range, and I found the prospect rather daunting (I mean, Jesus, they can't even read, never mind write stories or discuss politics, or play times table challenge...hell, two of them didn't even know what their names are, and several of them have no English) but I have to admit that they're very sweet, and that I've thoroughly enjoyed myself with the 4-year-olds. Bless.