Yesterday, the B debuted the use of "bye-bye", complete with wave and crystal clear speech. It's so unbelievably strange to hear babble coming from her most of the day, then hear one word of English poking through. Sort of like watching something in a foreign language and then suddenly hearing them say one word of English that's crept into their language. Like:
French french french french french hamburger french french french.
So, I was chuffed enough about the "bye-bye", and she one-upped herself on that very same day. The mister came home and went upstairs to change, and she walked him to the gate, waved as he disappeared up the stairs, and said:
"Bye-bye. Bye-bye, daddy." Again, crystal bloody freakin' clear. Not just in terms only a parent could pick out, but anyone could tell what she was saying.
Still, it's a long road ahead to hearing her say "unconscionable" or "discourse" or anything else like that, but we're on it, dammit. We're on it.
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