The baby is a baby no longer. She’s a walking 18-month-old toddler.
With my first baby, I watched his development like a hawk. I would weekly check a chart I found on the internet the outlined when children should be hitting their developmental milestones. With every milestone he hit early, I cheered and exclaimed loudly. He’s so gifted. For every milestone he was late on, I would obsess for months.
I look back at myself then and I laugh a little. Of course, while he’s a lovely and engaging boy, ‘gifted’ is probably not the right term. And in the end, he hit of all his milestones in his own time.
The toddler, our daughter, though she is walking, she’s not really talking. She only has three words. “Mumma”, “Dadda” and “shoe”. Setting aside the mildly terrifying fact that our daughter is showing early signs of an obsession with fashion, an obsession that neither of her parents share, I can’t help but feel it might be time for her to have a few more than just three words.
Here’s Alys’ daughter learning to walk like a pro. Post continues after video.
I can see that she comprehends us well and this settles me. Does she want water? She will shake her head yes or no. Is she ready for bed, she will shake her head no (always no for bed time). If you say, “kiss for mummy” she offers you her wide-open mouth for the sloppy kiss you will only accept from your own sweet progeny.
When she is playing, she’s building bricks nicely, and putting things together as she explores the world around her. Will she be one of those miracle children you hear so much about that wake up one day and speak clearly in whole sentences? Or is there a problem I should be paying attention to?
It’s hard. It’s early days. I try to talk myself around it. She’s still very little. She has plenty of time. She’s travelling her journey. I notice the toddlers that are younger than her by a month or so who have lots more language going on. But my baby. She just points to her foot and says “shoe”, and enthusiastically nods when offered a bickie.