Anya helped us scoop the guts of the pumpkin, and then Andy carved it. Yeah, okay, so it’s the day after Halloween, but she doesn’t know! She wasn’t too interested in the carving and just wanted to gnaw on the eyeball cutout parts. Nom nom!
Last week, Anya had her 18 month checkup. She’s about 22.5 lbs and about 30.5 inches. She’s leettle. We’ve also decided to take her to a speech person because she doesn’t really talk yet. Well, she talks but not in English (or Spanish or French or….I suppose it could be Klingon).
In other news, two more ducks got eaten. Only two left. I’m gonna breed a new kind of duck. One that has teeth and claws. Bye bye foxes!
Not that you seem to need feeling better about Anya’s littleness, but I’ll tell you she’s in good company – Zane is also little. Does she have any words? Even if it doesn’t sound like any word -you’d- use for something, if she always says ‘ta’ for ‘cat’ (for example), that’s usually a sign that things are on the right track, if a little behind. I’m sure your speech person will be able to tell you more and er, a little more professionally, and with some education to back it up.
Every now and then she’ll say something like “turtle” or “banana,” but then she’ll stop saying it. Once she said, “cockadoodle.”
Uncle Craig was quite successful in teaching her how to say “Ooo….bam…..ma”!