At exactly one year, one month, one week, and one day old, Annalise said her first word this morning! She says uh-oh and yay (more like "Aaay") but I don't really count those as real words. But as of five minutes ago, she is officially a member of the English-speaking empire!
Every morning while I put my make-up on, Annalise stands next to me where I sit at my vanity table, staring up at me, grabbing anything off the table she can reach, usually crying to be held, yanking on my clothes and make-up-applying arm, and generally making a giant nuisance of herself. To stave off her fussy distractingness, I always brush my blush brush over her cheeks after I use it and say, "Preeeeetty!" She always stands very still with a big smile on her face when I say that- I say the same thing when I comb her hair to make her stand still.
Today I was busy using the brush on myself and she started talking and it took me a minute to realize she was saying the same thing over and over, with purpose. It sounded like "pretty" but I couldn't be sure.
"Did you just say 'pretty'?" I asked her in amazement. She smiled hugely and brushed her cheeks with her hands to indicate she wanted me to put more blush on her. "Preeee-y!" she said. "Preeeee-y!"
"Pretty?" I asked.
"Preeeee-y!" she said.
"Pretty?" I squealed.
"Preeee-y!" she answered. We went back and forth like this in giddy-loon style for quite a while until I rushed out to call Dave to alert him of his child's geniusness.
Suffice it to say I nearly fell over and died from the preciousness.