Communication

I'm starting to use more words each day. It's hard making myself understood and sometimes I throw fits when I think I'm not. At my 15 month check-up, my pediatrician was a little concerned about my speech. But this time she said I was just fine. Mommy had written down all the words I can say now and she had at least 25. If you see me, you might not understand me, but my mommy does. Between my attempts at saying a word and my gestures, I bet you can understand me if you try long enough.

We were going to meet Grandma and Gma the other night at Blackeyed Pea. As soon as we pulled in the parking lot, I held up both arms (my sign for "I'm ready") and started yelling, "Eat, eat, eat, eat!"

I know I told you I used to call my brother "bruh" but now I try to say his name. I have a hard time with the begining and end of words, but I can say the middle. So Thomas comes out sound like, "Omah." When I wake up, I always like to go look for him. I always run into his room yelling his name. In the morning, he's usually there and I just don't understand why he's not there when I get up from my afternoon nap.