The Mini had some sort of language explosion last week, including some pragmatic language. He’s still struggling a bit with that, and that’s ok. I’m not really concerned. But the talking has been amazing. He’ll turn around and say something to us and most of the time, you can actually understand it. Sometimes, you can’t, but hey, he’s 21.5 months, give the kid a break. He’s starting to remember conceptual things now, and understand conceptual things. This is one of those things that just sort of happened overnight and it floors me. His little train engine made it up another hill and the coasting on the other side has brought with it lots of new things.
Today, as we were driving home. We passed Buzz and Pat’s house, as we do frequently, since it’s a main road and we are on it a lot. As we rounded the bend, near their house, from the back seat blurts this little voice saying “hi Buzz!” Followed by “bye Pat.” All day long, my day is filled with little things like this that just blow my ever loving mind. How did he remember that? How did he learn that? What’s more, Buzz and Pat were scary people to him, that he only sometimes remembered. Now he’s going to invite himself over for cookies (as we frequently do, sorry guys).
And then tonight, as I was putting him down for bed, I turned out the lights after story time and he turned around and gave me a giant tight hug followed by a “I yah you!” This has been what’s missing. All of the affection. I have 8 jillion tiny heart attacks a day.
Only further amplified by the tiny little kicks and punches that have suddenly seem to come on full force over the last couple of weeks.
What a year this has been.
You can go throw up now. My German died a long time ago.