In the past week, Claire’s vocabulary has exploded. I’m posting this as a way of tracking the genesis of her speech. Among the words she says (not as distinctly as adults, but clearly enough and pointing to the thing):
achoo; all done; apple; baa; baby; ball; balloon; bath; bathtub; bead; bear; bee; butterfly; buzz; bye; car; cat; clock; cow; cup; daddy; door; down; ears; eyes; feet; flower; glasses; goat; hi; knee; mommy; moo; moon; mouth; okay; owl; peek-a-boo (she started covering her eyes to play); popsicle; potty; purple; shoe; sky; sock; squirrel; star; store; sun; tattoo (I have two); thank you; tick tock; toes; tree; truck; tum tum; turtle; and the she can identify the letters Q and C and numbers 1 through 6.
Her first color word is purple??? Job well done, mama, job well done!
That list of her words is a “found” poem, if you know what a found poem is.
What a delightful list!
Laurel, I didn’t know such a thing. Awhile back I wrote a poem by looking at the book titles on my bookcase. It really came together well, I thought — nearly every word is the exact title with a few words to connect them. Would that qualify as a found poem? It’s here.