I think I might have mentioned before that Hannah has been a bit delayed in talking. This has been challenging for a whole host of reasons, not the least of which is we don’t know what the heck she wants and she grunting/whining is getting a little old. Still it is possible there is a light at the end of the tunnel. At the ripe old age of 22 months it appears she is beginning to hit her groove.
We now can do about 7 family members names, hi, bye, nigh-nigh, no-no, mo (more), wa-wa (water), dip-dip (for dipping her food). Actually now that I write that out, we still haven’t made whole lotta progress. I can’t forget that we still have 150 different animal noises in the repertoire. In fact this weekend when we stayed at the Great Wolf Lodge they had carpeting with wolves, bears and moose on it (classy!) and Hannah would walk down the hall howling and growling every couple of feet. Perhaps she is the next Dr. Doolittle.
This is just so weird for us because her sister was soooo verbal sooo early. She continues this trait to this day. Sometimes painfully so. I have no idea where she gets it (ahem). Also I find myself treating Hannah a bit like a baby and not disciplining her for stuff that Lily so would have gotten in trouble for. Somehow I keep forgetting that Hannah “gets” anything. She is getting free passes all over the place. Luckily Lily hasn’t really caught onto this fact and started the whole, “How come Hannah doesn’t get in trouble for that and I did?” thing. Someday this blog post might come back to haunt me.
It doesn’t help that Hannah still just looks so little. Her 18-24 month pants are still falling of of her. She can’t seem to grow any hair. Well that isn’t quite true. She is growing it the back, just nothing on the sides or the front. Oh yeah, you guessed it…she is growing a mullet. We put it in pigtails as often as possible to hide this fact from the viewing public, but make no mistake, it’s a mullet.
I know someday in the not so distant future I am going to be on the receiving end of some verbal tirade and wonder why I ever longed for this child to talk, but right now I wish she would a just little so I knew what was going on in that little brain of hers. Then again, her favorite game as of late is my asking, “Who loves you?” Her little face lights up and she says, “Mama.” What more does she really need to say?