I'll be first to admit to being one of "those" moms, the one who thinks her kids are all total geniuses. But I am very seriously not exaggerating when I say that, at 8 months, A has started talking. Only one word, mind you, but talking nonetheless. She's been doing the typical baby babble since about 6 months...except she never says Mama. Ever. Maaaaaybe once, but really, mostly never. Try as I might to repeat "mamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamama" and "dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada" to her, she just isn't catching on.
She has, however, learned to say "UP!". And it is very seriously, not babble. It's on purpose! REALLY! She crawls up to me, uses my legs to stand herself up, looks at me right in the eye and says "UP!". Just once. She doesn't babble it any other time.
Genius. Really.
Oh, and H learned to jump in the jumperoo today! Also a very exciting milestone...the babies are in their neglecto-saucers as we speak (H in the jumperoo, A in the saucer) chatting to each other and comparing toys and jumping. I am making granola...and blogging while I wait for the molasses to drip into my measuring cup, because I'm pretty sure I have just enough.
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