I'm not sure exactly what happened in the past two weeks, but Punky is suddenly spewing off word after word with crisp clarity. Words that had been missing endings for months are now complete. Sounds she had trouble making now roll off her tongue with ease. There is no word she won't attempt. And we get it...for the most part. A few puzzling ones still linger.
While reading a book Saturday night before bed, the word umbrella was still the same, old umba it had been since she first said it; Sunday morning, it became an umbella, still missing an 'r' but progress nonetheless. I was so excited! I made her say it at least fifty times that day.
Mo has morphed into more. A-ga is now clearly all gone. Bye has turned into goodbye. Hat and bat now have a definite 't' sound at the end, although cat remains cack for some unknown reason. Pup and pups have become puppy and puppies. The 'k' at the end of book finally exists. The suffix -ing is now proudly tacked on to verbs like kick and jump. The list goes on and on...
And a bunch of new words have arrived on the scene. Pudding, plane, cute, rainbow, water, and 'puter (computer) are a few that come to mind. Opposites like over/under, in/out, open/closed, and high/low have made their debut as well. And her favorite phrase of all is "I got it!" as she proudly runs toward us with whatever it is she got!
It truly is like someone flipped a switch. Something clicked in her head. A locked door popped open. A previously dormant neuron path has burst into life. It is amazing how much change can happen so quickly. She's so different than she was just two short weeks ago.
Her life has become a never-ending naration. And apparently there is no "off" button.
She tells us what she wants, what she's doing, and what she has...along with what she just did, what she will do next, and what color everything is that she touches. Hardly a bite gets swallowed without an accompanying yummy, yucky or a simple good. She dictates the process of washing her hands...Water! It's cold! Soap! Rinse! Towel, Mommy! Dry! At least once a day she runs through an anatomy lesson as she points to each part, from her hair to her toes, and even the little details like eyebrows. The subtle hint of simply handing me a book has gone by the wayside. Now I get a "Read! Mommy! Read!"
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