And then there are the two words I heard, socks and broccoli. She even pointed to a picture of broccoli and said broccoli. No one else hears these words. Adults will ask her to say things, and she just stands there and looks at them. She won't even say bye bye until after the person has long gone.

Well, I have to disagree somewhat with pedestrian taste comment. Ella drinks from her bowl with Sam holding on, then Sam leans over and drinks the same way. She raises her head and looks right at me as I rush to her to get her out of the bowl. Aren't I proud of her for mastering this wonderful new skill? Okay, so I was kind of proud, but also grossed out. Motherhood entails lots of conflicting emotions.