Toddler Talking and Feeling the Love

I have been increasingly frustrated with our lack of progress in the toddler talking department.  I’ve been practicing our five words that the speech pathologist gave us, and have been getting nowhere.  At least, nowhere with toddler talking.

There have been other toddler communication improvements… just of the non-verbal variety.

1.) Norton has stopped throwing his sippy cup at me when he wants more milk.  He hands it to me now.  While the non-verbal communication is nice, it’s come at a price: he no longer (or at least, very rarely) says or signs “milk.”

2.) Norton has learned that the milk is kept in the refrigerator… and so is cheese.  So when I get out milk to refill his sippy, he goes in the fridge and helps himself to his string cheese instead of asking for it.  At least he can’t unwrap the cheese himself, so he’s 50/50 about using the word “cheese” still.

3.) One of our practice words was “up.”  Norton isn’t actually saying  “up”, but he’s started gesturing when he wants his daddy to pick him up.  That’s pretty monumental.

4.) Norton somehow managed to roll his cup into the back of the pantry, and he couldn’t reach it.  He got my attention by yelling, and when I came over, he pointed into the pantry at his cup.  It was the first time that he actually pointed for something.

In a moment of frustration, I grumbled to the husband about the lack of improvement on the toddler talking front.  I was starting to think that the toddler language delay was not hing more than pure stubbornness.  The more I wanted Norton to talk, the less he would do it.  The husband cheerfully pointed out that at least we were raising a functional mute. 🙁

Last night was the most amazing thing ever, though.  It kind of made up for a whole lot of the frustration that I’d been feeling (and Norton, too… he gets really frustrated when I try to wait for him to verbalize instead of just giving him what he wants when he knows that I understand).  The husband was working late, so it was just me and Norton.  He was uncharacteristically cuddly, and when I started getting him ready to go to bed, I referred to him as “my love.”  He repeated “love.”  Okay, it sounded more like “wuw”, but I was pretty sure that “love” was the meaning.  So I said “love” a few more times, and he repeated me. <3

That’s the closest my son has ever come to telling me that he loves me.  I’ll take it.  It was far more special than all of the “milk” and “cheese” requests in the world.

About Suzi

Suzi is an American ex-pat living in British Columbia. She's a cloth diaper addict, wife, mom of three, and President of the Prince George chapter of Cloth for a Cause.

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  1. What a special moment 🙂

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