Zuzu’s got the worst congestion of her little life and the doctor prescribed breathing treatments every four to six hours through Monday. Funny thing is, she’s been talking quite a bit through the experience.
This afternoon, I was loading up the albuterol and Zuzu points to herself, “Baby?”
“Yes,” I said. “This is for you.” (She refuses to say her name, calling herself “baby).
Again, she points to herself. “Hick?”
I melted. “Yes, you’re sick.” Then she pointed to the trunk nearby. I said, “Yep, that’s the trunk.” Then, she pointed to her eye, or, more precisely, the scar over her eye from when she hit the trunk that she had just pointed to. “Booboo,” she said.
She’s been saying parts of words, enough that we know what she means, more and more lately. Last night she said, “hock,” or sock, while Eric got her dressed after her bath, and she says, “oo,” for shoe. At her session with her speech therapist, she startled the two of us by saying, “turtle,” out of the blue. Of course, we couldn’t get much more out of her the rest of the day.
Every little bit is wonderful. Just had to share 🙂