The baby continues to develop in all
sorts of wonderful ways and along a seemingly normal trajectory. She looks
awkward when she does it, but she walks all over the mission. She hums to
herself often and can’t resist dancing when she hears music. She waves to
almost every person or car she sees and recently learned to give a thumbs-up,
so recently she’s been charming everyone with a thumbs-up and a big smile. She understands
the words “no,” “hello,” “bye-bye,” “dance,” “come here” and the Swazi word for
thumbs-up. This morning as I was leaving my house to go teach, I told her to
get her shoes. Whether she understood me or saw where I was pointing and put
two and two together, she walked over the picked up her shoes. She blows her
food with me when it’s too hot and in church when she’s humming, she’ll
gleefully put one finger to her lips and “sh” back at the people trying to tell
her to be quiet. She also understands many Siswati words and phrases. But she—willfully
it seems—refuses to talk or even imitate sounds. She imitates my movements, my
facial expressions, and my singing, but not any sounds I make. She seems
utterly uninterested in speaking for the moment, I’m just waiting for when her “first
words” are a complete sentence.
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