OK, picture this. I'm sitting, holding out Olivia's shirt with the neck hole at exactly the right height for Olivia to just run right into it. Olivia looks at me, smiles, starts in with her little penguin trot....and then ducks right under/around the shirt I'm holding for her. Now she's at the other end of the room and I decide I'm gonna stand up and walk to her. There's that smile again, maybe a little giggle....and she's off again right under the shirt, between my legs, into the other room, wherever.
She's now 16 months old and still isnt' talking. Well, she says "daddy, da da, alkdfjjfoj" and so on, but she doesn't just call Nick "daddy", she calls everyone that, so I don't think it counts. She understands every single thing we say to her, and usually responds in her non-English babble. She follows instructions and often doesn't follow instructions (though I know she heard and understood HOOAH). She can do all things a normal 16 month old does, but cannot make words. I'm sure she's just a little behind, but her pediatrician wants to send her to a speech pathologist so that just means more running for me. If she needs it, sure it's not a big deal, but if she'll just catch up on her own, I'd rather not add more to my already hectic schedule. So, c'mon Olivia, at least say something for the doctor, eh? Hugs and Kisses, Mommy