Caveman Jack,
Your dad and I are still wondering if you'll ever learn to talk. You make new sounds all the time (and still make our favourite lek-a-lek-a-lek when you have a soother in your mouth) but you don't seem much closer to saying actual words. And yet, everyday you are more and more interested in communicating.
Often, I know what you want (not that I can always give it to you). Sometimes I have no idea. Obviously, this gets very frustrating for you -- which leads to growling, crying, going spineless, and, most notably (today), shrieking.
Yes, today you found your LOUD voice. And you used it. All. Day. Long. You shrieked about everything today, both good and bad. Part of the problem with that is, while it's totally annoying, it's also pretty funny. At least to a point. But obviously my laughing doesn't make the situation any better, so as a result of you knowing/thinking you were being funny, I had a VERY LOUD day. By dinner time, it wasn't so funny anymore.
So, my little caveman, it would be great if you could figure out a few words. Please. Because Mamma's eardrums are bleeding.
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