Zuzu still doesn’t say much in the way of real words, but she has added “Mama!” Or, I should say, “Mamamamamama!” said in an annoying nasal semi-whine. It’s definitely enough to spring me out of bed at 3 a.m. It’s also making us wonder if she’s going to talk like Fran Drescher when she does start talking. (Though, I guess, considering the way I get a whiny NJ thing going myself sometimes, that might be understandable.)
I don’t know Julie. As a resident of the lovely state of New Jersey, I find it hard to believe that you could compete with the charming accents and turns of phrase I hear on a daily basis!
If she acquires a poof, I’ll wrestle her myself and cut it off.
You know the cure for the NJ whine: send her to us and all her vowels will be softened mush; even her consonants will be roundish.