Remember the recent post about Tyeisms? There have been so many great ones recently, I can't even remember them all. I need to revert back to my teaching days and keep a scrap of paper and a pen in my pocket at all times so I can jot down notes throughout the day (the problem with that plan is that few of my maternity pants have pockets). This week, Tye starting imitating me by saying "Thank you soooo much," and "You're very welcome." She also started quoting some of the Christmas movies we've been watching, like Rudolph when he flies for the first time after Clarice tells him he's cute. Tye is even better than Rudolph at saying "I'm cuuute, I'm cuuuuuuuute!!!"
Over the past month, Tye's language has exploded. She uses mostly full sentences to communicate now, stringing together five or six words easily. When she wants an item, she can describe it to me, like the other night when she was asking for "baba." Clueless, I asked what she wanted again, so she said very clearly, "Baba. That baba up there on the top, with the cow," describing a water bottle. Whoa. Suddenly, Tye is a chatterbox.
Let me preface this by saying that I have loved every stage of mothering I've met so far, and I've cherished each one's beautiful, unique balance of giving and taking. This new talking phase, though, is really special. With her increased vocabulary and newfound ability to hold a real conversation, Tye has become my little buddy. I have a great time just talking with her during meals, chatting as we walk to the playground, and discussing books as we read. I appreciate finally understanding what she wants and even sometimes why. The more Tye talks, the more her personality makes itself evident.
All kids develop new skills at their own pace, and I keep thinking that for us, this language explosion has come at a really convenient time. When I think about parenting two girls later this winter, knowing that Tye will be able to communicate with me so easily is reassuring. I'm looking forward to having someone to talk back with me as I nurse a newborn and hearing what Tye has to say about her sister. The monologue stage of mothering is over for me... at least until the girls enter high school.