Oh, just relax. Before anyone gets too peeved with me, please note that I did NOT say she cusses like a Marine. So, really, it could be worse. I know, I know. Lots of Navy folks might disagree with me on this one, but I have been married to a Marine for a long time. Those Devil Dogs know how to cuss… and I just don’t think anything can compare to it.
Now, as for my wonderful little girl. Emma is two and she has a speech delay. We have had her in therapy for many months, and she is improving greatly. Some folks may think I was over-reacting when I took her to the doctor at 18 months worried about her speech. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that she wasn’t communicating; she was chattering constantly… but no one could understand a single word.
Now, as for my wonderful little girl. Emma is two and she has a speech delay. We have had her in therapy for many months, and she is improving greatly. Some folks may think I was over-reacting when I took her to the doctor at 18 months worried about her speech. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that she wasn’t communicating; she was chattering constantly… but no one could understand a single word.
In comparison, by the time our older daughter was two, she could sit and have an entire conversation with you. So, I was a bit concerned when Em wasn’t doing the same. But, the doctors do believe it is just a delay… not associated with any other health or developmental issue. Whew.
But now, well she is saying lots of words. Cuss words. Sigh.
When did I first start to notice this? Well, when she started to learn the words for pieces of clothing. I am proud to announce that she can say “shoes”, “pants”, “socks”, “jaja” (her word for pi’s)… and, well… “shirt”. Except she has no “r” sound at all. So, excited by the fact that her top was “pup” (her word for purple) I first overheard her potty mouth (ahem) as she repeated “pup s#$t” over and over and over again.
And it just got better from there. Adding to her vocabulary, she is delighted when she sees a clock… except, well, she does not have the “l” sound down AT ALL. Imagine a super sweet kiddo pointing that out in a loud voice in public. Or when she is irritated by me asking her to do something and she, very dramatically (don’t ask me WHERE she got that), responds by saying “I CAN’T!”…. except that she replaces the “a” sound with a “u”. Oh, dear.
Most recently she has really been excelling with her colors. Funny thing is, she has her own word for almost all of them. Blue, green, red, purple… they are all different words that we just can’t figure out. But they are the same each time. Including her new favorite one: gray. Except… remember we don’t quite have an “r” sound yet. So, imagine having to explain to an elderly gentleman in the grocery store that our daughter was simply pointing out the color of his hair… not making assumptions about his sexual orientation.
Ah, toddlerville. It really is a fun age; watching a little one discover the world around them, learning something new at every turn, and finding their own form of expression. Even if those expressions could make even the saltiest of seabee blush!
But now, well she is saying lots of words. Cuss words. Sigh.
When did I first start to notice this? Well, when she started to learn the words for pieces of clothing. I am proud to announce that she can say “shoes”, “pants”, “socks”, “jaja” (her word for pi’s)… and, well… “shirt”. Except she has no “r” sound at all. So, excited by the fact that her top was “pup” (her word for purple) I first overheard her potty mouth (ahem) as she repeated “pup s#$t” over and over and over again.
And it just got better from there. Adding to her vocabulary, she is delighted when she sees a clock… except, well, she does not have the “l” sound down AT ALL. Imagine a super sweet kiddo pointing that out in a loud voice in public. Or when she is irritated by me asking her to do something and she, very dramatically (don’t ask me WHERE she got that), responds by saying “I CAN’T!”…. except that she replaces the “a” sound with a “u”. Oh, dear.
Most recently she has really been excelling with her colors. Funny thing is, she has her own word for almost all of them. Blue, green, red, purple… they are all different words that we just can’t figure out. But they are the same each time. Including her new favorite one: gray. Except… remember we don’t quite have an “r” sound yet. So, imagine having to explain to an elderly gentleman in the grocery store that our daughter was simply pointing out the color of his hair… not making assumptions about his sexual orientation.
Ah, toddlerville. It really is a fun age; watching a little one discover the world around them, learning something new at every turn, and finding their own form of expression. Even if those expressions could make even the saltiest of seabee blush!
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