As I’ve been saying for a few weeks, Sam’s verbal skills are steadily improving. But while she’s constantly surprising me how well she understands (e.g., yesterday she understood and followed the two-step command of “Go get the ball and take it to mommy in the kitchen”), her actual spoken vocabulary is still pretty limited. And most of it isn’t actually words, but animal sounds and political polemics.
Still, I imagine some of the Sam fans out there (hi, Mom!) may be curious as to what Sam’s voice sounds like. I think she may sound different by the time she’s twenty-five, but in this update I bring you the first of what will hopefully be a recurring bit: “Sam Says.” Just click on the links below and you should hopefully hear what I’m talking about. Or you may have to download the file and then play it, depending on how your browser is set up.
I made the clips by taking some footage of Sam with our cam corder and then just ripping the audio tracks out and converting them to .mp3 files. Next installment: The seal, the duck, and some unintelligible gibberish that we don’t know what the heck it means.
Developmentally, Sam has hit two minor milestones besides imitating a turkey. First, she’s figured out that she can climb (or attempt to climb) up onto chairs, sofas, and other precarious places. This was cute at first, especially when her rump was dangling off the side of a chair, but we’ve quickly realized that from a safety perspective this is about as good as “learned to load a shotgun with rock salt.” It probably won’t be lethal, but there will be much stinging in the near future. The second development is that Sam has learned to kick a ball. In fact, she’s quite an accomplished dribbler in more ways than one. We’re signing her up for the varsity team tomorrow.
As you can see, we went to the park again this weekend. One other feature of Sam’s personality that seems to be crusting over is that she’s fairly independent and fearless. As soon as we set her down, she’s off like a shot. We had fun and Sam got some great exercise, but I think we jogged after her over a three square mile area that day. Independence and fearlessness are both healthy qualities in a good old-fashioned American, but I just hope she doesn’t invade any of the other children.