Remember how way back when I was all worried about Little MPB’s language development? As in, freaking out over it and eventually got a referral to a pediatrician to make sure he was developing on track?
Well, my obsessive worrying over his speech actually makes me laugh now, because I was so wrong to be so insanely worried #FirstTimeParentWorries. One day a few months ago, it was like his single word use exploded. And now, all he does is talk in little sentences, using new words every day.
When we are in the car we hear I see tree, I see car, I see big truck, I see snow. Snow cold.
When we are playing with toys we here I like car. My truck. Kick ball. Read books. MPB no like BB-8. I help Daddy. Paw Patrol?
When we are eating dinner we hear I like cheese. My Goldfish. Milk please. I like I like toast and jam (which actually means toast and butter, if we put jam on his toast he freaks out). I like cookies (which actually means baby rice crackers, poor kid doesn’t know that a real cookie is way better then rice crackers).
And most recently, while having an evening family dance party Little MPB stopped, looked up at us, and declared loudly enough for the neighbours to hear, I SWEATY BABY as he lifted up one arm and wiped sweat from his arm pit. I laughed so hard I cried. And now I’m left wondering how he knows what sweat is?
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