We realized in a sudden burst of insight that it was no coincidence that Jane's suddenly high-frequency utterance "noing" happened to co-occur awfully often with the sign for "more." Ohhh, noing! Why didn't you say so?
Please, sir, may I have some noing?
Since then she has added the ambiguous mayyyyybe-words "ha" (hat?), "ca" (cat?), "da" (dog?), and "duh" (duck?). She has no interest whatsoever in saying either "mama" or "papa," naturally. Too bourgeois. I think it's time to get her started on "schadenfreude."
While I'm boring you with this sort of thing, I may as well report on her other recent enthusiasms:
- Black licorice and poblano chiles. (Separately.) Foods babies naturally crave! I wish she would stay this way, but I realize that her developmentally scheduled toddler pickiness will probably arrive any day now.
- A game: she drums on the table until we join in, then pauses, hands suspended in the air, to make us stop. Repeat, with boundless delight, until dinner has gone cold.
- Getting up to speed as a self-taught minimalist composer on the pitch pipe. There was a brief false start when she put the wrong end in her mouth and hummed at it, but the ability to make noise is a powerful lure and soon enough she figured it out. The world is about due for a new master of the six-note plastic tuner, and Jane is ready to fill that role.
On the downside, she also went in for a three-day craze for sitting down in the middle of the floor and SCREAMING. Was it teething? No new teeth have yet appeared. Was it demons? Was it postminimalist artistic expression? Who knows!