There is some crazy growing happening here at Chez Birdbrain, lemme tell ya. Yesterday I had a baby, today I have a toddler- quickly on his way to becoming a Little Kid tomorrow. I know this is what is supposed to happen, but please don't laugh at me when I say that it is COMPLETELY BLOWING MY FUCKING MIND. Let me give you some details:
Suddenly, in the last week, Little O's vocabulary has done some kind of rabbit like reproduction and completely exploded. He knows all kinds of words now and can put them together to communicate what he wants. I'm going to list the words he knows now just so I can refer back to it a month from now when he turns into James Joyce:
More (also signs)
Please (also signs)
Milk (also signs)
Dad
Mom
Daisy (sounds like "Days-dee")
Bubbles ("bub-oooools")
Moon
Stars ("sharsssss")
Chair
Box
Door
Tree
Truck
Bike
Bye (also waves)
Hi (this is the new ultimate favorite word...I think he just digs the response he gets..."hi!" HI!)
Cookie
Dog
Horse
Cracker
Juice
Blueberries (comes out like "Bee-Bees")
Clock ("chhhhhock" -phlemy and really quite humorous)
Bath
Book
Shoes
Socks ("shocks")
*Edited 24 hrs later to add:
Owie (says this when he falls down or bumps his head on something)
Up
Down
Back (as in: Put that back!)
I think that's it...of course he understands much more, but these are the words he is using regularly. And he can put them together , i.e. "More cookies" or "Milk Please" (both saying and using signs).
And he's taller- I noticed this morning that his feet touch the footrest on his highchair. When did that happen?
He's wearing "big boy shoes"- shoes with a sole as opposed to the little soft infant shoes.
His 18 month onesies are suddenly hard to button. He will be 15 months old on the 24th...
Am I alone in feeling kind of like I'm in a speeding car that I have no control over?
2 comments:
Oh, no, you are not alone. That's how all that happens. Next month he'll have a favorite beer.
Alasdair is speaking just about as many words, but different ones altogether, and not quite as frequently as the Highly Advanced Otto. And yes, it's super-duper allofasudden.
Is it not the most bizarre thing in the world to have conversations with the kid? We have long ones now. Where I talk, he answers. Back and forth, for many sentences. Or he asks, and I answer. Again and again. It's really. Really. Creepy.
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