Whatever Child Development Theory you may adhere to, one thing stands true: No theory can replace the joy of practice in real time. We have been delightfully witnessing the growth of language in all its regional glory.
Regional? Just ask Carli, who is having fun pointing out that when mommy uses floss, daddy uses "flawss". Or Joseph, who prefers to hold not one of his stuffed dogs, but two, insists that one is a dog and the other is a "dawg". They are also having a blast creating lexicons for both sets of grandparents, and both sets of grandparents are having just as much fun participating.
As the conversation flows (and is usually centered around just who had the toy first...) the household dynamic gaining comedic momentum faster than mom can say "I'm going to count to 3... give the toy back..." Especially when Joseph will announce to anyone or anything that will listen that he's two, or when we have to remind him that his name isn't Carli, but Joseph.
When not engaged in some kind of verbiage, our little musicians are waging a war of decibels- perhaps you've heard the early morning primal scream version of ABC? No? Hang on, you will.
We are especially delighting in their surge of compassion. Now that they've been bonding with their classmates for a while, it's so cute to hear that Carli is happy that the new student "had a better day, she didn't miss her mommy so much", or that Joseph tried to hug a classmate after he fell down in the playground.
We hope that the onset of the holiday season brings far more pleasure than pang. (we're still recovering from our tryptophan comas) See you soon!
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