The speech of two-year olds is the stuff of adorably cute memories that, if your family is anything like mine, are repeated for decades. Take bizarre names for people and objects, add a dash of accidental comedy genius and combine with an infant’s uniquely surreal take on the universe and you’ve got the recipe for an abundance of special moments. Tilly is no exception and having just turned three years of age and now speaking with remarkable fluency, I took a look at the meteoric and often hilarious rise of language from my daughter.
We’ve been immersed in the playgroup circuit for a year now. If you’re unfamiliar with the format, picture rooms full of activities and toys and loads of toddlers going around doing their own thing. That’s the thing: despite their numbers, all of the play is very much done individually as interacting with others doesn’t really kick in until around three years of age.
It’s wonderful to hear your small child say I love you for the first time. It melts your heart. However to begin with you know that they’re just repeating the words don’t really understand what they’re saying. The months pass, their vocabulary and comprehension expands exponentially and then, one day, they say those magic words for themselves. That was my experience today.
The big day arrived. Cards and presents were opened, candles blown out on the cake, but nothing happened. We had expected a transformation in the manner of Harry Enfield’s Kevin character becoming a teenager, albeit with our one year old becoming a ‘terrible two’. Of course it doesn’t work like that; we’ve been experiencing certain characteristics of those terrible twos for some time. Now, a few weeks into her third year, we’re beginning to get a taste of what two-year-old is all about and it’s a fascinating place…
This week with Tilly has been a corker. We’ve done little out of the ordinary but for a variety of reasons it’s been one of the easiest and most enjoyable since she was born, very nearly two years ago. It’s made me realise just how far both she’s come and we’ve come as a family. While it’s common to mark the big achievements such as walking and talking, countless smaller but significant milestones pass by uncelebrated, such as the end of crying at certain times of day or the myriad other steps that transform a baby into a proper little person. This post is dedicated to remembering those smaller moments.
Four months; that’s one-third of a year. A fair amount of time to get into the role of being a stay-at-home parent and more than long enough to send some running back to the office, if stories on online forums are any measure. The past four months haven’t been without their challenges but it’s an arrangement that’s definitely working better for us. Long days of providing entertainment and being on call each night to any cries out are in turn rewarded by sharing the experience of Tilly’s developments. Each month has seen many new discoveries and month four has been no exception.