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Baby Language


In the heavily Sanskrit-influenced Japanese alphabet the first letter is 「あ」A, and the last letter is「ん」N. There is an idiom, [阿吽の呼吸」, which means A-to-Z, or "From the beginning to the end," or baby's first cry to the last breath on his deathbed.
Baby R's first cry was about 4 months ago, and already he has a growing vocabulary:
Gyuu, U-kuuu, Urk, Aiya, Errr, etc.
Sometimes when I say, "Helloooo" slowly, he looks me deep in the eyes and says, "Ye-llow!" and I flatter myself to think that he is some kind of genius 4-month old.

These little baby sounds and involuntary noises are part of what I am now privileged to experience, a waking-dream I had only hoped for and almost given up even one year ago. But I digress...

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