My baby does not talk. He says Mama and kee (for kitty) but nothing else. He makes noises sometimes and grunts a lot, but no talking. He doesn't lack for communication, though, because he can sign pretty well, in fact, he was mistaken for a deaf boy at the Steak and Shake yesterday afternoon with all his "please more eat french fry and milk". I have been using this book to find new signs and the boys and I can actually have conversations this way, albeit small conversations. I kind of like that the boy doesn't talk yet...retains some of his babyness that way and I am so not ready to leave the baby stage yet. My parents, on the other hand, have been encouraging him to speak since we pulled up in the driveway. They swear that his noises are actually words in which I cannot understand, and didn't I hear him say Grandpa just then? I think their hopes were dashed this afternoon when he found a small board book devoted entirely to pictures of food. He turned to the page with bananas and brought it right to Gammy then trotted off to the high chair to wait to be served. The book also has picture of donuts and chocolate which he let us know he preferred over his dinner. Of course, I think he is the smartest baby in the world to have figured this out, or he may have inherited my lazy gene and found a way to avoid exercising his vocal cords, in either case, it's so damn cute I had to share it.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.