I can't believe at one time I was concerned about Madeline's lack of speech. The girl never shuts her trap. True, she is sometimes still a little bit difficult to understand, but, just this morning she told me, plain as day, "Mama, I have a booger stuck in my nose." A mother's pride.
Then, she had an argument with her godfather about whether Lucia was her cousin, or she was Lucia's cousin. (Maddy didn't think it could be both.) Yes, my toddler is speaking; yes, my brother is arguing with a two-year-old.
Madeline has an interesting vernacular, however, and still says some really strange approximations of words. For example, her cousin Lucia is "Baby Shushee." She begs to go to "McDahWhoa's." The one that really gets me is Wal-Mart-- for reasons I cannot figure it out, Maddy calls it "Home-Work." When we drive by, she points and whines, "I wanna go to Home-Work." I tell her, "No, Maddy, we don't go to Wal-Mart unless we don't have a choice. We can go to Target."