I've gotten quite horrible at this... but I'll try and recount some of the highlights of the past few months. From an earlier post in June the hope that "da-da" would eventually distinguish me from the garbage can. Well, with regular consistency I can now report that I'm now "D! "
This is exciting.
Not only do I get a positive association for the sound that letter of the alphabet makes, there's clear recognition that I'm on the 'known associates' list of the Z.
Little Z continues to move like lightening and is one of the busiest and most determined little people I've ever come across. He pulls himself up on nearly everything, pushes his little ride-on toys while walking behind them and I swear is days away from walking on his own. It brings an interesting issue up... if walking and talking turn out to be such grief-causers down the road (having to chase them, trying to live through language you might not want to hear), why are we in such a hurry to teach and encourage them to learn these skills?? I mean, really, they'll learn how eventually won't they? Just as with the issue of the pacifiers and getting attached to it (how many adults do you know with this problem? Exactly) they'll figure out the walking/talking thing without us anyway. Why hurry it along?
Something else happened in July (2008) that I swore never would.
We bought a mini-van.
In retrospect it was probably inevitable.
