Having the little hummingbird learn to speak is one of the funniest, coolest, and entertaining things about mommyhood for me so far. She was a late talker and I’ll never forget her 15 month check-up with her pediatrician.
While we were waiting, the hubby and I were given paperwork to fill out about the progress of our daughter. In my opinion, they need to take the growth charts and all of those other things and toss them into a big bonfire. When it comes to being a parent, especially a first time parent, you have enough to worry about and then to have doctors and random people give you their unsolicited advice about what your child should be doing at a certain age gets me all stabby.
Yes, the little hummingbird is small for her age and no, she doesn’t say 50,000 words clearly or 10 word sentences at 2 years 8 months but she’s doing what she’s capable of and that’s perfectly fine by me.
*gets off soapbox*
Anyway, while we were waiting, we were going over all these forms that wanted to know what words she was saying along with asking if she can do certain things. Some of the questions were normal like “can she pick up a raisin?” although our pediatrician at the time was telling us to not give her foods like raisins until she gets more teeth since it could be a choking hazard so how in the holy hell could we know if she could pick one up?!
Then there were questions that literally made me and my husband laugh out loud like “can your child use a stick to drag an object across the floor?” Huh? What is she, a caveman?! Actually they do seem to go through a cavebaby stage, don’t they?
We were told by her doctor that she wasn’t saying enough of the words that she’s supposed to and at first I didn’t worry because I felt that she was taking all of the language in, processing it, and then when she was ready she would talk. But the new mom-itis kicked in and for weeks I was worried that she wouldn’t catch up with the words she was supposed to be saying.
Of course I had nothing to worry about and now she’s talking like crazy. There’s still a good part of the time when I’m not quite sure what she’s saying though. Rather, she says the words but I have to adapt to her toddler speak. Like when it comes to her obsession with Santa, she calls him Sabby. Or her lovey, her Aden and Anais blankets that she calls B. It took us a while to make the connection that it was what she would be asking for.
When she transitioned from saying mama to mommy, it sounded like she was saying Bobby. We would be playing and she would keep on saying Bobby….Bobby…. and I would think to myself Who in the hell is Bobby? The only Bobby that came to mind was Bobby Kennedy and then I would listen to her more closely and it would sound like Mobby.
I love hearing her say it but it’s not simply mommy. It’s Maaaaahhhhhmeeeeee, like she doesn’t know when to stop saying the name. Last Friday she kept on saying a word that sounded like outside, saw, and soy so I had absolutely know idea what she was trying to say.
That afternoon we were in the office and she went over and got a cd. That’s when it hit me that for most of the day she was asking to hear a song. D’oh. I felt like a dumbass because my poor little girl was asking for music for most of the day and I couldn’t figure it out. I had such mommy guilt.
There’s also plenty of times when she’ll say a word and leave out a vital letter so when she says it, she gives it a whole new meaning. Like when she says clock. She’ll leave out the all important letter L in clock and it comes out, well, you know. There are times when she’s hungry and it doesn’t matter if it’s breakfast, lunch, or dinner. She always calls it lunch.
There have been times when she’s hungry and she’ll attempt the word but it comes out horny and I can’t help but laugh which makes her say it repeatedly.
Recently, we were driving to the store and while I try so hard to watch my language around her, I realized that I forgot my purse and said shit. A minute or two passed and then from the backseat I hear this tiny voice repeat the word. It took all I had to not burst out laughing.
The little hummingbird has also been saying hey a lot (like hey! watch it buddy) whenever the cats get into something or my hubby or I take one of her toys when we play. While I was still pretty sick over the weekend, my husband took her to the grocery store. When they came back home he was telling me that some lady bumped into their cart. My little girl wasn’t having any of that and yelled out Hey!! Fortunately the woman and my husband had a good laugh over it.
At least my little girl didn’t yell out something like clock. I’m just waiting for the day and I know it will come. Pun intended.