A few months ago (it seems like way longer than that) I wrote about being worried about my little man. He wasn't really saying much and his doctor was saying he was behind where he should be (In Doctor speak: "I'd like for him to be saying a few more words.")
I spent a lot of time worrying that my precious little boy who was so happy and smiling all the time was never going to talk. All my friend's kids seem to be talking. I kept thinking back and wondering did we do something wrong? that time he fell and hit his head, was it harder than I thought?
And word of advice to anyone who wants to research on whether their kid should or shouldn't be talking at a certain age, STAY AWAY FROM THE INTERNET!!!! it is the devil. Within 10 minutes on any given message board you will be convinced that there is definitely something wrong with you and your baby. For every 5 posts saying "don't worry, all kids are different, blah, blah blah" there will be 1 post saying "there is definitely something wrong go see a specialist now!!" And if you are anything like me, you will only focus on the 1 in 5.
For all the worrying I did, I now feel a little silly. Over the last couple months, JJ has become quite the little chatterbox. He knows names (family, sesame street, mickey mouse, what have you), he knows his alphabet and most of his numbers, he knows most shapes (as we drive down the street and pass by stop signs I hear a little voice in the backseat "Ock-gon! Ock-gon!!"). His most recent word is "pirate." Strange, I know. We watch "Jake and the Neverland Pirates" during breakfast on Saturday mornings. I pointed to the screen and said "Who's that?" and he says in a dramatic, drawn out little boy whisper "piii-rate!"
He still has a ways to go, but he is definitely on the right track and making quick progress. He tends to skip syllables, so we are working on pronunciation a lot. But he is quickly becoming a little boy and not a baby anymore. He'll hand me his remote (the one without the batteries...) and say "Elmo?" wanting to watch any episode of Sesame Street for the gazillionth time. And when I say "no, not right now" he'll change tactics. "Stickey?" (translation: Mickey). When I go to my M-I-L's house to pick him up in the afternoon, he comes running towards me, arms wide open "Mama!!!!" and greets me with a big hug (seriously the best part of my day!).
And now that he's talking more and really understanding more, he is a really funny kid! He makes weird noises and then cracks up. He chases after the dog laughing when he gets Dakota to spastically run in circles (Dakota is great with him, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't find it nearly as funny as JJ does). In fact, he laughs all the time. He is the happiest kid!
My little man will be 2 on Friday and everyday I feel more and more blessed by him being in my life and I can't wait to see what more is in store!
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