1. She says hi. Waves, and says hi. To parents, to friends, to dogs, to birds. To strangers, even. When we pass people on the sidewalk and she bursts out of her solid stare with a smile and a wave, they are perfectly charmed.
2. She sings! It's mostly da-da-da, but to the tune of Frere Jaque, and lately, to some other tune that she seems to have made up. It goes da-DA, da-DA, da-DA, but tuneful. Sometimes she puts her baby doll in the little rocking chair that used to be mine and she stands behind her, rocking the chair and singing in a high ethereal voice. Less tuneful, those lullabies, but lovely nonetheless.
3. She says some words. Or some sounds that pass as words: up, down, dog, mama, dada, out. Today she and her daddy were wrestling over a scarf, and she added 'mine' to the list.
4. She has sixteen teeth, a full and toothsome grin. The last of the pointy eye teeth broke through on the bottom left side last week, and now all that's left is the second set of molars.
5. She signs "please" when she wants something. Really, it's after she whines mightily when something is out of reach and then mama says, "Can you ask nicely?" and she follows up with the belly scratch that is the toddler version of please. I will pretty much give her anything when she combines this gesture with hopeful eyes under those never-ending eyelashes of hers.
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