"cracker"

So currently you say no more than three or four words regularly: mom, dada, yay, and caca. Your first real word was something like, "nanana", for banana but you lost that word when you kept growing new neurons I guess. Now, we've been struggling to get you to say two sounds together, like "u" and "p". You'll say the sounds separately but not together to form the word "up". There's only a handful of consonant sounds that you are willing to make and vowels are even harder. Whenever we try to get you to repeat a new sound, you get kind of nervous and clench your mouth and neck muscles. It's a mystery to me and the therapist as to why you do this. It's especially perplexing to figure out what the difficulty is in getting the words to come out because it's clear that there is nothing wrong with your hearing or comprehension of words.

Well today you were making your usual closed mouth sounds indicating you wanted something from the kitchen which we decerned was a cracker. I asked you to say cracker, but of course you don't say cracker, so I meant for you to sign cracker with your hands which you do know. That's all I was expecting and then from nowhere --"cracker"!

What?! You can't even say "up" but out of no where you come out with "cracker"! Ok, it did sound kind of like a non-human parrot voice, but you said it!

Stunt driving

Sofia shows the broken front end of the car.  Marcelo seems quite delighted by the exciting event that just occured .... probably because he's a boy.  Peter doesn't understand why we need to take a picture of this.

Just when I thought you knew better than to drive your toy push car down the stairs, your boy brain decides you need to test out this scenario for yourself. God forbid you just take my word for it, that this is NOT a good idea. I am, after all, just a woman. So apparently you creeped up to the edge and of course eventually the car's front wheels succumbed to the edge. As the car starts to go down, you decide to bail off the side of the car which results in a tumbling cycle involving you and the car all the way down the stairs. I did try to save you but of course I was useless running behind you. As I saw you emerge from the wreckage, I cringed in expectation of the damage, broken bones, nose bleed, gashes to the head, bloody teeth hanging out. But there was nothing. You climbed up to my lap and cried with fear but that was it. It's a good thing kids really are made of plastic!

You didn't stop on this landing, you fell all the way to the bottom.