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Dow gobba gesk to you, too!

Airplane. Awesome! Chopper. No! Gabba. Mine!

What do these words have in common? They’re my 19-month-old son’s favorite words right now.

Every day, I’m delighted to hear my son, Li’l D, learn and use more words. Most of these are nouns, but occasionally they express more abstract concepts like feelings. En route to visit his dad last week, for example, he exclaimed loudly and repeatedly how “happy!” he was.

I was a little surprised to turn around two minutes later and find him fast asleep. Apparently being happy is a seriously “seepy”-making endeavor!

Once in a while, he’ll put words together into more complex ideas. He’s been using his first two-word sentence (“It’s hot!”) for a few months, but his first three-word sentence popped up about two months ago. Li’l D simultaneously signed and said: “Mo peaz, mama!” (“More please, mama!”)

A couple of weeks ago, he picked up a pair of my shoes and said: “It’s Mommy’s shoes!”

Cue “aw!” moment between parents.

Li’l D had been saying “Mommy’s” and “Daddy’s” (granted, sometimes like they’re our respective nicknames) for a little while, but that was his first time putting together object and owner in speech.

My Mother's Day gifts from Li'l D. I got a leaf, too!

My Mother’s Day gifts from Li’l D. I got a leaf, too!

More exciting still was something he said about ten minutes later. I was chasing after him in my ghastly three-inch “Mommy’s shoes” when Li’l D stopped, crouched down and examined a leaf on the sidewalk. He picked it up and smiled at me. “I got a leaf!” he proclaimed proudly.

I stared down at my tiny man as my heart grappled with the question of whether this development was a good or a bad thing. Part of me rejoiced, for I saw in that moment the more complex conversations we’ll someday have. The other part of me willed my son to please, please stop growing up quite so fast.

Luckily for me, Li’l D’s since heeded my wishes. He’s hidden his four-word sentences away and kept most of his discussion to a noun here and there. And just to remind me he’s still very much my baby, not my little boy? “DOW GOBBA GESK!” he accused me when I wouldn’t let him run across the street by himself a couple of days ago. I don’t know how to say this in words you understand, but I mean business, Mommy!

The scowl on his face showed me just how serious he was, but all I could do was laugh. I vowed then–as I do now–not to hurry him too much. It’s sweet to be reminded just how little he still is.

Besides, I’d hate to invoke his gobba-gesk wrath again.

This was among posts accidentally deleted from this blog.
Reposted 6/21/15

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