Will wasn’t babbling. I was concerned. At a recent 9 month appointment, the doctor even asked me if he was copying our sounds. I had to say no. I broke down. At least on the inside.
Then all of a sudden this past week, it started. It was like a key was turned and opened the language door into his brain. He decided to have complete conversations with me….he sounded like he was telling a story….just one that I couldn’t understand. It was in that foreign infant language full of floppy tongue noises and repetitive airbubbles and drooly lips wiggling gutteral bits in and out of his mouth.
Two days ago, I was laying him down to change his diaper (which tends to be an experience kin to wrestling a greased piglet) and I am please to announce that he said his first words. Not just one. Four.
He would repeat me perfectly.
I was certain that it was just a case of copycatting until five minutes later. Jeremy came upstairs and I was excited to tell him all about our wordy little boy. That’s when he proved it was more…that he knew what he was saying…
He would hug me and say mama. He would wave while saying Hi. He would climb up Jeremy’s leg as he said Dada. And he would play with the little eggs in the nest that are hotglued to his diaper wipes box.
Needless to say, we are already filling out his application to Harvard. At this rate, he’ll be ready to read his dissertation by August.