Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Strong Silent Type

Our little man is 20 months old now. According to one of my parenting bibles, the Raising Children Network he should be saying 10-50 words. Hmmm. I think I am probably a bit picky in acknowledging 'words' and might not be cutting him enough slack. Here's a list of sound symbols dujour:
oof oof (dog)
at (cat / Moses)
dop! (stop / no)
bvvvv (brum / cars)
... (mouth popping for fish)
atar (water)
tick tock (clock)
ooo? (where is/ what happened to?)
ta (thankyou)

It's really hard not to compare, when all the littlies at playgroup are naming body parts and spontaneously chatting away. C'mon lovely boy, I know your day is coming soon! (we are going to speech therapy and reading heaps with him, trying to talk as much as possible, trying to give him some space and room to vocalise before jumping in enthusiastically - first time parents, sheesh, give a kid a break!)

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Singing for our supper

I have never sung so much as I have as a mummy. All day long there are things to sing about and its often a winning distraction for an irritable baby or unstoppable toddler.

Early on, we did a round robin of baa baa black sheep, the alphabet song and twinkle twinkle little star which all kind of sounded the same. I'm not sure if they're meant to be similar, but bub didn't mind. He didn't even mind if one of the bags of wool was for the little boy down the drain. We have since graduated to the Giggle and Hoot CD and thank heavens for Justine Clarke.   Her songs are quite funny to listen to with adult ears - check Swinging and Watermelon from "I Like to Sing" and Sticky Monster from "Great Big World". Or maybe it's just my perverse husband?

Anyway, once I let my inner critic go and embraced the lack of self consciousness that little people have, I've really enjoyed having a sing. I know it won't last and soon enough he'll be embarrassed by ME. Bwhahaha :)