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Man oh MAN! Ethan's at such a fun age. It's the best ever!! I know, I know. I say that every time. And it is always true when I say it, I
swear! This time is no exception. Ethan walked for about four weeks. Then he got bored and starting running and hasn't stopped since. It's now his preferred (and almost exclusive) method of transportation and I kid you not when I tell you that
it's all I can do to keep up. Don't get me wrong. He doesn't really sprint - it's more like a power walk. Still, I don't get to sit down much anymore.
Ethan has nine words in his vocabulary now. His new "language" is a combination of words, animal sounds and hand gestures. I think he's very clear, but everyone else on the planet would really have to stretch to get most of what he says.
He says "KEE" for keys, "KEE" for kitty, "KEE" for cheese, (convenient how that works - it's a three-fer), "GEE" for birds (because we have had a lot of geese landing in
the back yard it now applies to all birds), "woof woof" for dogs, "BOO" for cow, does a little hand sign for "more", does a little hand sign for "book" (which I learned yesterday also applies to giant wing-flapping butterflies at the Rain forest
cafe) and "Mama". What surprises me the most is the list of things he has picked words for. I'm just guessing, but I'd say they are the things in his world that he is most excited about and wants to be able to talk about. More and more he's his
own little person with things he wants to express and subjects that interest him. I'm honored that mama is included on the same list as such beloved items as kitty and keys!
What stands out the most for me over the last two months is the leap that Ethan has made in understanding. Not too long ago, I was in the living room and said to Ethan "Okay, time to change your diaper" like I had a thousand times before. Only
this time he got up, walked over to the place where we keep the diapers, picked one up and brought it to me. I was totally dumbfounded. I squealed like a high school
girl. And I understood for the first time that he really GOT it! See, up until that point I had been babbling on and on about "now I'm peeling the potatoes" or "see, ice is water that's really cold" because they say it's good for kids to hear you
talk. But I didn't think for a second that he was getting any of it. If he did, then how come he doesn't even look (let alone stop) when I say "no" for the three millionth time about opening the one cabinet in the kitchen we can't secure? I also
somehow equated limited speech with lack of understanding - an assumption that turns out to be totally erroneous. It was a truly amazing moment and has totally changed the way I relate to him. I talk to him like I actually expect him to answer me.
Or at least like he is storing every word I say for future use (or misuse as the case may be). My baby has turned into a little boy right under my nose. Funny how they do that. |