It's been four months since I wrote here. And in those four months, words keep coming from your little mouth. Here's the list:
- Mama
- Dada
- Ball
- Bird
- Baby
- Belle
- Dog
- Please
- Truck
- Bye-Bye
- Me (what you say when you want something)
- Wa-Wa (water)
- Ba-Ba (bottle)
You'll say, "Hi, Nonni," if I say it first. (Nonni is grandma Lauer)
Today, alone, I heard: cheese, tree, and popa (your name for grandpa Wilson)
You are reall starting to repeat words and phrases back. This just started a week ago. I love hearing your sweet voice say, "please." It's one of my favorites. So is "bird." You're still obsessed with them. Pointing them out in books, looking for them out the window. So, I dressed you up as one for Halloween; I even made the costume myself (see above).
Listening to you learn language is one of the coolest parts of being your mom. I'm so eager for more. The explosion of words that everyone says happens over night. You're right on the cusp, I feel.
When you were a baby, I read poetry to you. Soon we will start to read it again. I want to teach you to love words. To own them. To feel the way they coat your mouth when you say them. And then, of course, to place them on the page, beside each other, to make music. Utterance.
I see your voice bird
the blue one, bottomless
like the sky. To make you
the way I made you:
letters, a list of
sounds I feel you say. You
are as open as your wide-mouth kiss.
All I want is for you to stay this way.
