I’ve called SB my “tiny human” from the start, but recently it’s becoming even more apparent that she’s her own little person – especially since she started talking in sentences.
Sometimes I talk to her, something like “What are you doing?”, waiting for her to maybe blink at me like I’m crazy, or possibly just grin, giggle and babble – and she responds with “I putting Teddw Bear bedtime mummy one…two… three!” (Teddw Bear is her favourite teddy, who goes everywhere with her). The “one…two…three!” is as she takes my hand and tries to pull me off the sofa so I can go and look at her little teddy bear daycare set-up.
Where the heck has that come from?
The little phrases she just comes out with – if anyone does anything silly, she says “How rude Daddy!” (there’s nothing quite like blaming Daddy for everything, is there?). She read a book the other day and at the end she said “The end. I read whole thing!” and we’re just sitting there like “holy shit the baby is talking, demon baby, the power of christ compels you, demon baby -“ and then realising, she’s not a baby anymore (and probably not a demon, I hasten to add).
She’s a little person with sayings and quirks and turns of phrase that have us in stitches. Obviously we’re having to be careful what we say – talking about going to the beach the other day translated into half an hour of her saying “bitch bitch bitch” – but it’s amazing to have conversations with her. Sure, they’re about Teddw Bear and “Doggy says woof woof! Shh doggy. Stop in name of plod!” (I blame my mum for that one), but they’re still conversations.
So, we’ve achieved Stage One of toddler parenting: Teach Your Child To Talk. I give it two weeks before we’re initiating Stage Two: Teach Your Child To Shut The Heck Up.
Somehow I don’t think that’s going to be quite so easy.