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Mikey Language

>> Saturday, May 9, 2009 – 

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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