It’s kinda scary. I was bent over forwards trying to sweep up into a dustpan, a mess the twins had made, and one came behind me and pushed me out her way. She’s heavy. I stumbled.
What will happen when she’s older? And bigger? And stronger? Hopefully she will use her words. Or will understand how to behave.🫣
On a happier note. She dislikes the texture of the zinc chewable supplements so I thought her the syrup. She surprised us one day this week by picking up the bottle, going to the kitchen, opening the cutlery drawer, taking out a teaspoon, and wordlessly handing her medication (She did the same with magnesium!) to her big brother to give to her.
Every time she shows some kind of planning and thought, our hearts swell. Remember, we couldn’t even tell how delayed she is both times she was assessed. We know the delay is there. So seeing this makes our day.
It’s the little things.
Like trying to engage with her and not getting any ‘response’ but when hugging her good bye, she looks at me and gives me a gentle kiss. And another when I praised her for it.❤️
And no, there’s NO day with NO word anymore! Thats another thing. The words might not match the situation, she might mostly be looking deep into our eyes before suddenly saying “efunt” (elephant) or lion, but she’s saying lots! And sometimes it totally matches the situation, like when she burst into my room and I was resting and I told her to cuddle with me, “No, No, No.”
And she certainly meant each of those.😉
They said I should write a book 