People aren’t kidding when they say a child’s language will increase exponentially towards the end of the second year.
Just a few months ago, I was concerned about Alex’s language development. Even though I claimed that I wasn’t, I was. Even though he was gaining a new word every so often, I was still worried.
But then? His language exploded. Once he hit about 19 months I found myself shocked every single day by what he was saying.
One morning I asked him, “What do you want for breakfast?”
And not only did he respond, he told me he wanted pancakes. And grapes. He had never said pancakes before that morning.
He tells me when he makes a mess now by saying “messy.” When he’s tired he lets me know by saying “night night.” When he wants the only meat he likes for dinner? He asks for it by name: “kielbasa” or, more often, “basa.”
When he is standing on a surface that he supposed to be sitting on? He says, “Sit down!” in a very stern voice. No idea where he got that voice from.
The playground is still the beatdown, penguins are still “waddle waddle” and apparently bugs “meow” even though he calls them “bug.”
He’s getting there. Two, and even three, word “sentences” are becoming more normal. When he says “Bye bye daycare!” or “Bye bye beatdown!” I smile. Every. Single. Time.
And when he asks for “more mwah!” at bedtime? My heart melts.