Having such a linguistic child has given me a lot of laughs recently. We have full on back and forth conversations now. There are questions, answers, connections, more questions. Her language development amazes me, and it is SO fun to know and hear – directly from her – what she is thinking / wondering / feeling, as much as she can vocalize it now.
For example, before we went to the zoo last week, I asked her what animals would we be seeing. Her first answer: “Cookie Monster!!!” came with hands thrown up in the air in excitement. Uhhh… yeah, guess that Sesame Street zoo book might have confused her. Or maybe it was wishful thinking? When I asked her “what other animal?” she said, “Elmo! Grover!” And finally, maybe sick of my questioning (?!) she answered, “Mommy!” Yes, Animal Mommy would certainly be seen at the zoo…!
In the car we stopped at a Starbucks for some morning brew and I asked for a croissant and a bagel. The woman told me they didn’t have a plain bagel, or a cinnamon raisin one, just an “everything” bagel, which we declined. As I drove around the corner, this happened:
“Get a bagel, Mommy?”
“No, they don’t have any bagels left.”
“Get a donut?”
Me: eyeing her warily in the mirror, “No, no donut….”
A brief pause, then an exasperated, “What do they have here, Mommy?”
Uh… Where did she come from?! My husband and I look in amazement at each other thinking about how at one point she could only blink… and now all this!
The other night we were playing on the floor, and Pip said to me, “They’re sleeping, Mommy,” as she pointed to a knife and a fork she had lying down.
I played along, as she laid her plate over them. “Oh, they’re sleeping? And you’re covering them with a blanket?”
“No, a plate,” she corrected as she rubbed their “backs” and hummed them a tune goodnight.