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Yackedy Yak: don’t talk back.
April 25th, 2008
Things the Son has said this week:
“Foget tit ister” (forget it mister. In response to me asking him if he is ready for a nap)
“No! I wok.” (No, I walk. In response to me telling the husband to carry him because we are late.)
“Ouch! My knee!” (when he banged his knee….and again when he banged his hand.)
“Mama, need up.”
((Hey Ang, I know you are an Audiologist, but reaching back to your speech path days, How old when sentences are supposed to start?))
Huckablog Bonus!
The Son: A pictorial week in review.
Enjoyed the last of the Easter Peeps with Daddy.
Learned to take off his clothes, and diaper, during nap time.
Insisted on feeding himself his spaghettios.
Decided Baked Cheetohs taste like crud and must be fed to the dog. (and yes those are Christmas Jammies.)
Learned how to pedal three whole times in a row.
Spent a lot of time at the park.
Played Tiger and Zoo Keeper. (GRRRROWWWLL)
Went down the twisty slide about a zillion times.
All in All, a good week!
Filed under Parenting for Dummies, The Son | Comments (5)5 Responses to “Yackedy Yak: don’t talk back.”
ahhhh……..Easter peeps….how can you beat marshmallows coated in pure cane sugar????
but…as far as it being the last of them….ha I have some hidden away in the freezer for a nice summer day.
Peeps are my absolute favorite of all the holiday candies, and for the same reason stated by The Husband!
Most normal hearing children start speaking short, common sentences around 2.5-3 years of age. However, there is such a wide range that’s considered normal, I would say that 2.5-3 years is a bit on the conservative side. In my professional opinion, The Son is most certainly right where he should be in terms of speech and language development (as reported by Hey You, of course, no formal testing has been completed by this professional or any others that I know of).
So he is a genius is what you are saying? Just kidding, Thanks Ang!
I say, don’t worry about this little one’s communication skills. He’s at the top of the range in everything with that regard, in my opinion (which I think is non-biased, of course). Of course, I’m not the audiologist, just the grandmother.
Anyway, he appeared to know exactly what he wanted and how to express it at the First Ever Huck-Clan S’Mores Festival and Parade. Yes, parade…with adults, little one, and even a dog! Hey, we don’t skimp at our (deleted by editor because we dont say where we(or you) live Gigi!) Festivals!
One last note: Pappaw is delirious that TheGrandSon loved his sandbox and the tractor rides at the Festival. I loved watching TheGrandSon digging his little bare feet into the sand, pulling his foot out and pointing at his Pappaw while saying, “Beet. Beet.” (As in, “Clean off my foot, Pappaw.” Which, of course, Pappaw did repeatedly with great patience.)
Can’t wait to see how the camping goes this weekend.
I am excited about camping too, and the Festival was such a success that when I got out of the car at home, my foot was glued to the mat by the marshmallow I had stepped on!