If I have learned nothing else from being a mom of two beautiful children 19 months apart… well, let’s just say I can probably even translate what your 2-3 year old is saying. Try me. I can probably even translate what your 18 month old is saying. I am the toddler whisperer.
We went to Target yesterday. I love Target. I could spend hours in that store if I was by myself. Before I had kids I did spend hours there. Those were the days. Anyway…
Me: Brianna, I told you to stay with me.
Brianna: Mommy, I am with you. I’m just a little behind you.
Me: I meant stay right beside me.
Brianna: [sighs, slaps her legs with her hands] Mooom!!
Me: Jeremy, if you don’t stay with me I will make you ride in the cart.
Jeremy: [speeds up to brush my leg with his hand] Mommy I right heeere.
Me: [roll my eyes]
Later… only like 2 minutes later…
Me: You kids are about 2 seconds from being strapped to this cart, do you hear me? Brianna don’t touch that and put that back.
Brianna: Mommy, I amn’t. [translation: amn’t = am not]
So I told you about “Goat” here. [translation: goat = snore]
Jeremy: Mommy, the baby bird is hong-gree. [translation: hong-gree = hungry]
I get stopped all the time because our 2 year old (27 months to be exact), Jeremy, can talk like he’s 3 1/2. Women, usually with 2 year olds of their own, stop me and ask me how old he is. I get all proud and tell them he’s only 2. They usually try to tell me how far behind in development their 2 year old is because all he or she will do is throw tantrums and point and yell. I try to reassure them that Jeremy is a child genius and that their child isn’t lagging behind, mine is just super smart and a member of MENSA already. LOL! Just kidding. But maybe I should have him tested. I don’t know. I’m thinking I should have named him Tate. Ever see that movie?
So I get nervous for this next baby to come along. I will have to sharpen my toddler whisperer skills if this one can’t talk by the time he or she is 10 months old. Yeah, his or her big brother was spouting off things like ‘mama’, ‘dada’, ‘poppy’, and such by the time he was 9 months old. While other children his age were learning to walk, which he had no interest in until he was 14 months old, he was working on his vocabulary. Anyway, this next baby is going to put a hurtin’ on me if the vocab isn’t sharp.
Bring over your toddlers. Or record them and e-mail me. I need to brush up on my translating. Jeremy is just getting too good. In fact, he already knows his colors, his alphabet, counts to 12, and can probably pitch a tent without instructions. Heck, for all I know, he can probably read.
Have a great Saturday. See you soon.