Growing Like a Weed (part deux)

So exactly one year ago, I posted about Miss A's growth, and how I was kind of worried she was too little. I've moved on to other worries now. Now I am kind of freaking out about her being slow with the talking. She says "mama" and "dada" and she has a word that is interchangable for juice, cheese and shoes (and honestly does a girl need more words than that?) But I'm still worried about it. It doesn't help that my mom told me that I was speaking in just about full sentences by the time I was 18 months. I know in my head that we all develop differently, but my crazy mom instinct is "oh god, she's retarded." Now every rational part of me knows that this is not at all true, she is clearly very bright: she has figured out her shape sorters, its useless trying to hide things from her, she can pick the songs she likes on her music toys, and she cries whenever George Bush comes on the TV, but still...why can't she just talk? I know in about 3 years, I'll be begging her to shut up, but right now I want her to discover what I know will be a natural gift for gab.(for those of you who are soon to be parents, you might be thinking, man she is two sticks short of a bundle, and I say to you: just wait, you think you know, but you have no idea.)

Anyway...the original purpose of this post was not to discuss my inner fears of a kid on the short bus, but actually to show off how much my angel has grown.

Here she is at two weeks old.


Here she is one year ago today (at 7 months).


And here she is today (19 months, and irritated with her mother for taking a picture when she was trying to sleep.)