Gabas house.

by statia on December 16, 2008

As a change of scenery, I dragged the Mini up to my mother’s house.   Given that the Mini has been “calling gaba on the phone” quite a lot as of late, I figured there was no time like the present.

I was telling my mother about the therapists mild concern about the pragmatic language gap.  To be clear, since people have wondered why the hell I’m concerned about the Mini not holding a conversation with me, he has a considerable gap in his actual language (the words he has) and his ability to ask for something to get his needs met.  I don’t mean that he should be talking with me in complete sentences.  At this age, he should at least be coming to me and asking for something on a more regular basis.  Even if it’s just to ask for juice or a snack, in very basic language.   When I ask him if he wants juice he should be able to reply with a yes or a no.   Or even the type of juice, instead of just repeating what I say.   And to be fair, he DOES have some pragmatic language, it’s just extremely limited to “light on (or off)” or “oooh tee bee” (translation: turn on that yo gabba gabba show I am so fond of).

I think a large part of it, is that he tries to communicate with us, but when he gets on a tangent about something, it’s largely jargon and babble, which is impossible to understand, leaving everyone frustrated and causing him to fall back on him repeating us.

I think the other part of it is that he’s really bored at home.  Bored by his toys, bored by me.

Especially bored by me.   Which was witnessed when we arrived at “Gaba’s” house and he proceeded to blow us all out of the water all day with his language.  Not only pragmatic, but appropriate use of nearly everything he said.  My favorite gem of the day? When he completely out of the blue said   “Hi Gaba, it’s DayDay” (How the Mini says his own name) when my mother walked outside.  A fucking four word sentence, clear as day?  Really?  Are you KIDDING ME?

Perhaps I shouldn’t mention this to the speech therapist.


Jen R. ( December 16, 2008 at 1:23 pm

My daughter does this too. She’s two and a half years old and still can’t talk fluently. Her words come out really jacked up and she almost always leaves off the first sound (i.e. car is “arr”). She just started using two word sentences in the past month (i.e. ooce ease [juice please]).

She’s starting to get better, though, and she does even better when she’s at “Nana’s” house. It’s frustrating!

amishpromqueen December 16, 2008 at 3:59 pm

Hey, more of a reason to hand him off to gaba more often if you can! Seriously, I noticed the same thing. My parents would come over and all of a sudden, Emerson would be saying things and putting together sentences that he never did with us. And we talk a LOT ’round here. Makes me feel like all I do is speak in barks and grunts.

Flicka December 16, 2008 at 4:12 pm

Isn’t that the hallmark of kids? They never do it at home when you want them to, only in public so that the rest of the world looks at you and says “I have no idea what your problem is, he’s obviously FINE.” And then you want to murder someone.

Chris December 16, 2008 at 9:13 pm

That was so sweet of Mini. Flcika is right- kids live to prove us wrong. Every single time.

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