Millet. Not exactly a word that generates excitement or enthusiasm in most people’s minds. In fact, when Dad asked Grandma Droste whether she had ever had millet before, she said, “Oh, it’s in lots of birdseed.” Birdseed?! I may be little, but I think I’m offended. I have no idea where Mom & Dad are getting their ideas from, but feeding me a grain that neither of them has ever eaten — but many birds have — seems ridiculous.
So, after the string of really yummy foods added to my diet, I have to say millet was very disappointing. Now that I have so many foods for Mom and Dad to choose from each day, my menu is a culinary adventure. I was excited to get apples for lunch — definitely one of my favorites.
Nana and I went for a walk around 3:45. We had a good time and I came home with a little present in my diaper. Took a lot of negotiating to get it out, but it was progress.
Saving the best for last, today was the first day I made repeated, recognizable consonant sounds. I’ve been “talking” for weeks but this was the first time I made a sound that resembles anything in the English language. You can be sure that Dad was very happy with my choice of “da” to start with. And of course I didn’t just say “da” once, I said it dozens of times in a row. Hey, when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
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