I think talking is imminent. She’s started babbling the day away. She does say a few actual words.

Me: It’s bed-time.

Her: No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Me: Do you want a bottle?

Her: Mum-mo! Mum-mo! Mum-mo!

This is some kind of morphed combination of bottle and milk.

And if at any stage she sees the moon, is looking at a picture of the moon or is reminded of the moon:

Her: Mon! Mon! Mon! Mon! Mon!

It’s exciting to have her venture into this new stage, particularly because I have such a great love of words and language. I doubt I’m ready for it though, I’m still surprised that she understands what I say half the time. So surprised in fact, that it can be hard not to think of her as a tiny little genius. Oh god, I’m one of those parents! See? This is why I have a blog – so I can get the crazy out on the internet and not inflict it on others in real life.