There are times that we newer, less experienced parents come to you, the wiser and more knowledgable moms and dads. We come humbled, on bended knee, begging for you to lend us even a modicum of your expertise. This is one of those times.
I can’t understand my 13 month-old daughter.
In her langauge, dat, dat and dat seem to mean CAT, THAT and DOG. Respectively.
Thithhhhhhh I think is THIS, but it also might mean DISH, LIZ and I LIKE LOOKING AT THE LITTLE BOY ON THE YOBABY CARTON.
I used to think that nye-nye-nye-nye was some sort of term for rejection. Then I realized that she also employs it when she wants to pet the dog. Or grab my necklace. Or gleefully stick her fingers in her own poo then wipe them on Pat the Bunny.
And then of course, there’s Thalia’s new favorite sound, chhhhhhhhhhhh. While it doesn’t seem to actually mean anything, I pretty much assume she’s got a paper clip lodged in her throat, oh, about 19 times a day now.
I’m a fan of language. Sometimes I read random pages in the dictionary for fun. I’ve been known to buy the Sunday Times solely for the crossword. Hell, I chose WordPlay as my one movie theater outing in the past six months. So it’s frustrating to me that the only phrase of Thalia’s I can admit to understanding with any sort of confidence is dadadadada.
(In case you’re wondering, it means YOU THERE…YEAH, YOU HOLDING MY BOTTLE. GIVE ME THAT.)
All of this has made me come to realize that “so, is she talking yet?” is a terrible question to ask the parent of a thirteen-month old. Of course she’s talking.
The better query would be, of course:
“So, are you understanding yet?”