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.
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.
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.