Friday, November 20, 2015

When a toddler speaks...

Cliff and I have really enjoyed being with Cora while she learns to talk, but she has surely taught us to watch what we say.  Before she was actually putting words together, probably around the age of one year, I noticed her repeating things I said.  At that time she called cows "Mooo".  She would point at a cow or calf, say "moo", and I would absent-mindedly say "mmm-hmmm", emphasis on the "hmmm".  She would repeat my mmm-hmm exactly.

She's been calling us by name for a long time.  She has trouble with the "L" sound in Cliff, so it comes out "Ciff".  However, she pronounces Donna perfectly, and always has.  She sometimes calls us "Grandpa Ciff" and "Grandma Donna", because that's how her parents refer to us when they talk to her.  While I always call my husband by the shortened version of his name. Cora sometimes calls him Clifford, I guess because she hears her dad and others use his full name.  

I never realized until the child started talking how often I say "yup" instead of yes.  That seems to be Cora's preferred word when she answers in the affirmative, although she can't pronounce the "y" at the beginning, so it comes out "Wup".  She says this OFTEN!  Like many toddlers, she can't pronounce her "r's", so they, too, come out as "w".  Like that pesky wabbit, Bugs Bunny.

I don't curse, although occasionally if there's a big disaster (like when I shut my finger in a door, or spill something messy) I say "Crap!"  

By the time Cora was nine months old, she was repeating that word five or six times in succession if she heard me say it once.  So I don't say it any more.  

She still refers to herself often in the third person, which I think is my own fault.  As a way of baby-talking without even realizing what I was doing, I would say things like "Cora can't have that" or "Cora likes that".  You know, rather than saying "you can't have that".  So let's say I decide to put her boots on or zip her jacket:  Typical of a two-year-old, she wants to do things for herself and will say, "Cora do it."  

The strange thing is, she knows there is another way to refer to herself.  I recently asked her, "Did you have fun at Grandma's house?"

She answered emphatically, "I DID!"  Not "Cora did", but I did.

Maybe she is just patronizing us.  Perhaps she thinks we don't know how to talk right, and is saying things the way we taught her so we will understand.  

Because of the nature of construction work, she isn't here as regularly in winter as the rest of the year, so her dad has her a lot.  We don't let a week go by without seeing our girl, though, if we can help it; and her daddy is fine with bringing her over to spend a day if we ask.  Of course, there's no charge for those days.  Yesterday her dad woke her up and brought her over, per our request.  At the door Cora popped her pacifier (paci) out of her mouth and handed it to me with a grin, saying, "Want this?"  I usually put it away until nap-time.  

Some years ago... it was after we had first moved to the mobile home, so four to six years ago... I mentioned to Cliff that I missed babies.  "I wouldn't want to raise another child," I told him in jest, "but if someone left a baby on our doorstep, I think I would take it in."  

I don't remember his response, but in Cora, we have the best of both worlds:  We got our baby, but we don't have to get up at night with her.  We get lots of time to ourselves and we don't have to worry about eventually having to raise a teenager.  Of course, she isn't really a baby any more.  

Somebody is going to have a baby in the next five years, because I think if we are still up to the task, we might want another one.


I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I do know what you mean. Shortly after I retired, a new grandson arrived on the scene and I watched him for awhile, now I have another that comes and spends the day every other week. I'm thankful they live close by.

Margaret said...

So true that it's the best of both worlds--the wonders of parenting without the agonies and sleeplessness. :) I would like grandchildren some day, but it's not looking promising.

krueth said...

Grandchildren are the best!! I have 3, but they are not babies anymore. Almost 13, 9, and 2 1/2. Well, the youngest I still call baby but she doesn't appreciate it much.ha! I am so happy I get to be with all 3 of them over Thanksgiving at my son's place. Already told him that him and my daughter in law, my daughter and son in law and my other daughter must go out on Friday night cause I am having the kids to myself and we are making gingerbread houses :-) I had to go back and catch up on your last 4 posts. That brown sugar fudge sounds very good, but not for me. I am not a brown sugar fan of anything. Wendy

Lori said...

This was a great post. I love remembering how the babies in the family talked. Andrew called himself "Baby" for two years at least. I have a videotape of him when he was two, getting off a boat at Matanzas Bay in St. Augustine, Florida, where he was with my mom and dad, my sister and her husband, to tour the old fort there. He jumped out of the boat, ignored the huge fort looming in front of him, and walked straight to the edge of the water with his hand stretched out behind him toward the adults, and demanded, "Where's Baby's fishing pole?!?" Yes, Thomas had trained him right.