Wow a lot can change in a month.
I can’t even list everything he can say anymore. Honestly. It changes every day, every few hours I’m saying “how do you know what that’s called?” He is a sponge. He soaks everything up.
Old words:Tree (twee!) ,Bird, Car, Mum, Dad, Bub, Bath (bart), Grandma, Bye, Hi, Toast ( pronounced toat), Pear (all fruit and some veg is “par! Par!), Shoes (sues! Also covers socks, and toes), Cake (keck), Tickle tickle, Cheese (chee), Plane, Pup, Ted, Cat, Up, down, pasta, gnah! (gnocchi, usually pesto).
New words: some, jump, stomp, truck, bike, bus, goodbye, keys, cup, door, press, chicken, turtle, tip, stop, ….and sentences “some more” (sounds a bit like summa, with the sign for more done very clearly), “i press it”, “I tip”, and there’s others that are repeated strings of sounds which I know what they mean but I can’t quite decipher. There’s one “cub di car” which usually means ” I’d like some of this can you open it please”. There’s another string of sounds that means “no I’m not finished, let’s keep doing this”, and it’s the same string of sounds each time.
The tornado thing has settled down, a touch. Perhaps it comes with more coordination, he burns off his energy faster, then stops. Who am I kidding? He hardly every stops. But it isn’t as bad as it was. Maybe I’m just better at understanding how to operate within toddler parameters.
He’s fast. and silent. I leave him in the lounge room vrroom vroom vroooming a car around his parking garage, I go to drain the 70th bowl of gnocchi he’s asked for this week and he’s suddenly, silently, right beside me. He’s a ninja.
He delights in the attention of other people. The more the better. He’s very social, and a bit of a show off.
He’s funny. Mad after his bath, trying to settle him down with a breastfeed, and he’s being silly.
“Jensen! Stop being a psycho chicken!”
He pulls off the boob. Looks me in the eye. Quick as lightning: “Bock bock bock.”
He is growing in independence, in a two steps forward one step back cha cha cha kind of way.
He initiates games and songs. Like this week at play group, he found a gum nut and spent about ten minutes throwing it into the air, chasing it, picking it up and throwing it again, laughing. Row row row the boat is the song of the week, and he starts rocking back and forth and tries to sing it, starting an mm sound on the “merrily merrily” part. He initiates twinkle twinkle, open shut them, and incy wincy spider
Play developments: more copying and pretending, like answering pretend phone calls, putting on deodorant, brushing his hair. More initiating play, like running to me with one animal magnet after another, asking what sound each one makes and for me to tell him about the animal. Our nightly walks continue, though he’s clearer about the beginning and end now, and also responds to warnings like “once more then we go inside” without too much fuss. He’s getting much better at transitions; “bye bye playground” when we’ve finished at the park. “Bye bye bath” when we pull out the plug. There’s not as much fighting about these switches in activity now, provided I give warnings that there’s a transition coming up, and build in some elasticity when he’s very involved in something.
Toys of the week are cars.
Let me just say I’m an extremely patient woman. He must say “car” to me 200 times a day. I am not kidding. Each time I respond and chat. Like I’ve never heard it before. He carries little cars everywhere. He was really good on a long walk on Monday, and I bought him two matchbox cars at the shops. You have never seen anyone so happy as him coming home from the shops, sitting In the pram, one in either hand, banging the wheels together.
He says car in his sleep, with different intonations, about a dozen times every night.
It is a mark of love how your child changes your view of the world. Where perhaps you saw traffic, now you see “car”, “truck”, “bus”. Where previously I hurried through the car park to get to where I was going, now we stop and soak up the view of the cars. I am on the lookout for the wowowowowowos, and the puddypuddypuddypuddypa ‘s and the birdies, because that is what is interesting to him. I love the sound(and sight) of him lugging a watering can bigger than he is across the threshold, with the demand to drop everything I’m doing, fill it up, water the plants, then let him make a god awful mess with the water that is left because he loves it.
He is such a person now. At once easier and harder to deal with. More stubborn, but also more understanding of first this then this. He remembers , so situations that he had to relearn each time his now remembers, and doesn’t find as difficult….for example at mums n bubs boxing class, when I need to do a shuttle run away from the pram he remembers how the thing goes and how I come back. You can see it in his eyes oh yeah, this bit, I remember this.
He assigns roles to us both. Only mum is allowed to read to him if both of us are here. It’s mum he goes to if he’s hungry. Only dad plays with the parking garage, and puts him to sleep.
He delights me more, and frustrates me less. He is so engaging. Perhaps part of that is the clock ticking it’s countdown to the end of maternity leave in a mere matter of weeks. I dread leaving him. It fills me with anxiety. But I also know our bond is excellent and that this will help him in the transitions ahead.