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toddler speak
Sep. 8th, 2010 09:22 amIn most things, DG has lagged a little behind where the other babies are at. She had so much gastric distress as a newborn that J & I didn't push the belly time as much as we should have. She was a little slow on the sitting. Definitely slow on the rolling over. Of the 10 babies born in July, she is the last of them to walk.
The women that I took birth classes with have all kept in touch and we get together every 3 months to chat and look at these 6 amazing babies. Last month we met up at the local park. DG couldn't go because she was contagious with strep, so I went by myself. One of the moms asked about words and everyone universally said "mama & dada." In this one instance, DG seems to be a bit ahead of the curve. DG has said at various times: mama, da, mih (milk), ba-ti (bathtime) and bk (book). A couple of weeks ago I started bike-commuting to work again. When she saw me putting my pannier on my bike and getting ready to go, she said "bye-bye" and waved, then blew me a kiss. It was so cute. She hasn't said it since. It's her MO. She will say a word, get it right. J & I will reinforce it, applaude, make a big deal about it and that's it. She won't say it again for weeks. My mother complained about me doing similar things as a toddler. I suspect she has some similar wiring going on. And, like, whatever. She is clearly learning language at a phenomenal rate. J & I both had wacky learning curves as kids. She's entitled to be just as wacky. The down side to being accepting and relaxed about her lack of speaking is that I don't actually expect her to say things.
Last night, she was starving and just couldn't wait dinner until J got home from work. I did the right thing and fed her. She was happily wandering around, playing with toys and generally introducing more chaos into the house while J & I had dinner. At some point, she came round and was hanging on the base of her high chair 6 inches away from me when all signs indicate poo. I say to her, rhetorically, "Are you having a poo?" She replies, "yeah." Wait, what? Not long after that, dinner is finished, the diaper is changed and we are sitting on the floor reading. I turn the page and say "A cow says..." Before I can finish, DG says "moo." And then in the next book, the cow said moo again. And then in the third book (why are children's books rife with farm animals?), the cow was still saying moo. I expect the cow will say moo again in another month or two.
What I would really like to know is where are the books for suburban kids? And what does the leaf blower say?
The women that I took birth classes with have all kept in touch and we get together every 3 months to chat and look at these 6 amazing babies. Last month we met up at the local park. DG couldn't go because she was contagious with strep, so I went by myself. One of the moms asked about words and everyone universally said "mama & dada." In this one instance, DG seems to be a bit ahead of the curve. DG has said at various times: mama, da, mih (milk), ba-ti (bathtime) and bk (book). A couple of weeks ago I started bike-commuting to work again. When she saw me putting my pannier on my bike and getting ready to go, she said "bye-bye" and waved, then blew me a kiss. It was so cute. She hasn't said it since. It's her MO. She will say a word, get it right. J & I will reinforce it, applaude, make a big deal about it and that's it. She won't say it again for weeks. My mother complained about me doing similar things as a toddler. I suspect she has some similar wiring going on. And, like, whatever. She is clearly learning language at a phenomenal rate. J & I both had wacky learning curves as kids. She's entitled to be just as wacky. The down side to being accepting and relaxed about her lack of speaking is that I don't actually expect her to say things.
Last night, she was starving and just couldn't wait dinner until J got home from work. I did the right thing and fed her. She was happily wandering around, playing with toys and generally introducing more chaos into the house while J & I had dinner. At some point, she came round and was hanging on the base of her high chair 6 inches away from me when all signs indicate poo. I say to her, rhetorically, "Are you having a poo?" She replies, "yeah." Wait, what? Not long after that, dinner is finished, the diaper is changed and we are sitting on the floor reading. I turn the page and say "A cow says..." Before I can finish, DG says "moo." And then in the next book, the cow said moo again. And then in the third book (why are children's books rife with farm animals?), the cow was still saying moo. I expect the cow will say moo again in another month or two.
What I would really like to know is where are the books for suburban kids? And what does the leaf blower say?
