Jeremy now repeats distinct sounds: nose, eye, hand, and please. And when I powered-up the tv yesterday, he raised his hands and exclaimed Spun Bu (yes, Sponge Bob). Not funny.
As I've been worrying about Jeremy's vocal abilities, I remembered one of my favorite stories about a late-talker. It's in the Prologue of A Girl Named Zippy. Pages 6-9. Very amuzing!
http://books.google.com/books?id=SUIW8CfZSXcC&lpg=PP1&ots=kAdKStrOld&dq=A%20Girl%20Named%20Zippy&pg=PA1#v=onepage&q&f=false
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