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Mikey Language

Mikey has been slow on the words, but he has picked up some new ones in the past month or so.

"Daga" - Doggie (he also growls, meaning doggie because they growl at him)
"Anda" - Grandad
"Beeedeeee" - Kitty
"Bideh" - Bunny, sometimes just means "I want to go outside to see all of the animals".
"Baaaaaybeeeeee" - Baby... which can mean something he likes, an animal or a baby.
"Ah-Bah!" - My brother's name apparently.
"Beard-A" - Beard. My brother taught him that. Thanks. For a while everything was a beard.

His sleeping is not really better, well he is back to taking longer naps thank God... but he still normally wakes up at least once in the night.

He is walking more and more every day. He can walk the length of the kitchen, or from the livingroom to the stairs. He seems much more steady and rarely loses his balance anymore.

And he just woke up from his nap, so that's all from me.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.