I've been waiting a long time for Baby N to utter three little words.
No words in particular, of course. Just any three. I'm not trying to rush him, and I'm not trying to compare him to his sister (because I'd NEVER do that, ahem) but as he approaches 20 months and hasn't yet mastered a sentence more sophisticated than "MOMMY COOKIE," I'm eager to see that language boom everyone talks about.
With E (not that I'm comparing, because only bad moms do that) this was never an issue. She started talking at a year; by 18 months she was fully conversant. As in, "Mommy, please unbuckle me so I can get out of the car" and "I'm hungry, can I please have a hot dog and lemonade for lunch?" and "Daddy's laptop is on the couch, DON'T TOUCH."
She learned to talk early. And talked, and talked, and talked.
Baby N mostly communicates with head nods, grunting, pointing, and arm flailing. If he's particularly emphatic on a certain point, he'll use them all together. And while he CAN say well over 50 perfectly coherent words...most of the time, he chooses not to.
I get that Baby N is his own person. And that he'll master the English language in his own time. I've gotten quite good at translating his "alien language," as E calls it. I'm prepared to wait however long it takes for him to communicate like a regular person. And not an alien.
What I wasn't prepared for?
Was for his first official three word sentence...to consist of these three.
I guess this is what happens when your fully conversant big sister teaches you phrases she in NO WAY learned at home and realizes how funny it is when you repeat them (over, and over, and over again...)
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