There Was a Boy!

During his dinner of applesauce and yogurt and not much else, Ari saw "a boy" out the window and couldn't stop talking about it!

The Word of The Day is: Owl

I now present to you, the word of the day: Owl!

A 20 Minute Conversation I Didn't Understand

I just had a 20 minute conversation with Ari. I have no idea what we just talked about. He was going on and on about something, but I could only understand about 15% of what he was saying.


I grabbed bits and pieces of things here and there. He said:
"Blah ba dee blah --- baby---- blah de boop bopp--- boy ---blah wee boop--- Dada woo woo (dog).

I replied:
"Uh huh...so if I'm understanding you correctly, today you saw a boy, three babies, and you asked daddy to draw a dog and he did?"
He replied
"Dee!" (Yes).

But then he went on and on in "Ari-ese" (his own language) babbling in an indecipherable manner.

It's really difficult to understand what he's saying. Am I slow? Is there something wrong with my hearing? Is he actually talking and I'm not catching it? Is he developmentally delayed? Should he be talking already with real words? Thoughts?

My Baby Can Talk!

You heard it here first: My son woke up this morning, walked into the living room and said these three things in this order:

"Where's da wa-wa?"

[He pauses to look around for his water bottle]

[He finds the water bottle on the coffee table]

"There's da wa-wa!"

[He examines the water bottle for a moment]

"This is wa-wa!"

After this occurred, I freaked out and ran into the bedroom to tell Wilhelm. His response:

"That's cool."

Talk to Me Baby Boy!

Let me start by prefacing this with the following: I am not a developmental psychologist, or a clinician of any kind. The following post solely reflects my personal experiences with children of both genders.

On May 6, 2008 at 4:19 am, I gave birth to a baby boy. He is now 17 months old. When we go to the playground we run into children who are not boys; they are sweet little baby girls.

One fine day, we were at our favorite playground and my son enjoying some time in the baby swing.


In the swing next to us was a baby girl. She was talking up a storm. "Apple.." "Hi..." "Bye Bye.." "Mama.." "Shoe!"She couldn't contain her verbosity. I asked her babysitter how old she was, out of sheer curiosity.

"14 months." She replied.

I wanted to bury my head in the playground asphalt. My son, at 17 months, still babbles nonsense words, "ba ba," "da da" na na" etc. He has a few nonsense words that represent real things, i.e."yo yo" means yogurt. But mainly he just babbles.

I am so anxious for my son to talk. My anxiety is heightened by meeting so many loquacious baby girls who talk at an extraordinary young age like 13 - 14 months old.

When I was at my friend Tara's son's one year old birthday party, I was talking to her brother who has three kids. I asked him when his kids started talking.

"The girls...you can't shut them up...the boys talk when they feel like it!" He replied.

Now I know this is a vast generalization, but from my experience I have found it to be right on the money. Baby girls are the talkers! Meanwhile I am waiting with bated breath for my son to blurt out some "real words."

All I know is when a 14 month old girl tells me what the windmill represents in the novel "Animal Farm." I will officially lose my mind.