Fourteen months and counting

Ruby,

Receptive language is upon us.

The other day while in the family room you were trying to eat the tissue I'd just wiped your nose with. I told you it was dirty, made the "dirty" sign and asked you to go throw it in the garbage. You promptly headed over to the garbage can, looking back at me a few times along the way as if to make sure I was watching. The basket was blocked by a chair but this didn't stop you. You daintily navigated around the chair, eyes on me, and placed the tissue in the garbage can. Actually you put it in the recycling, but I haven't yet pointed out the differences to you so I give you full credit for doing what I'd asked. Just like that.

Today when I picked you up from daycare you ran over to give me a hug and show me the pretend kitchen-ware you'd been playing with. I commented on your cooking skills then asked you if you were ready to go home. Sometimes you head for the door, sometimes you shake your head "no", and sometime you just cry and demand I pick you up. Tonight you did nothing so I asked you to go get your jacket so we could go home. You turned around, marched over to the pile of jackets on one of the low shelves, grabbed yours and walked back to me. When you reached me you promptly started to put it on. Since this is only your second day in this new classroom, this is not a habitual act. On the contrary, it was quite a novel request. You scanned the room for you jacket, saw it and went over to get it. Pretty cool.

Now...if you could just tell me what you want instead of screeching, everyone in the house, including you, would be a lot happier!

Love,
Mom