My little baby is talking! Well, kind of talking. I know she doesn’t know what she’s saying, she’s just trying out sounds, but it’s exciting to hear her saying consonants!
It started, rather ironically, while she was being watched by grandma and grandpap (not my name for him, I call him granddaddy, but they call him pap or grandpap). So when grandma (Denise) would tell her no, and she would turn to Pap and say, “pap pap pap,” they assumed she knew who to call to for help because he can’t say no to little girls. When Eric and I went to pick her up and they told us she was calling him Pap we both scoffed at the idea that she would A) speak her first words to them and not to us, how could she possibly betray us like that, B) learn to associate a word with someone already, and C) learn the word pap so quickly when we never use that word. Not to mention she didn’t say it while we were there, nor when we got home. (I admit, I did hear her say it a couple times later that night, but very softly and only two or three times then it vanished into oblivion).
So who knows, maybe she’s a smart little bugger and learned the word that day, realized the power it held over the man who could allow her to do what she wanted, and figured out how to say it repeatedly, but then was wise enough not to abuse it too soon.
She still does her long drawn out aaaaahhhh noises while holding toys or otherwise ‘talking’ to one of us, or her little “ahboo” or “unga” cutenesses. She definitely ‘talks’ a lot, various noises and whatnot, but that was the first and only word-like noises she’d made, where there was clearly a hard consonant at the beginning.
When I got home and parked in the garage, I began my ascent up the basement steps into the kitchen to hear, “da da da da da,” very loud and very clear. I was amazed and ecstatic, “our baby is talking!” Eric told me she’d been doing it for a while, and I heard from Denise later that she’d been doing it all day. I sat on the floor and she let go of his legs and began furiously crawling toward me, “da da da da.” Ok, so it really is just a happy noise, not an association with daddy.
Then she decided to be fussy. She was hungry and tired and I had triggered those two things to become primary consciousness over her desire to play. After she nursed for a little while then became so distracted she couldn’t sit still I took her into the kitchen and set her in her high chair. I was trying to cook dinner and feed her baby supper at the same time, and when I wasn’t fast enough to pay attention to her I received an angry, “ada da da!!” I admit, it was incredibly cute. Not as cute as the angry I-don’t-want-to-take-a-nap cries with “ahboooo ahbooo” followed by raspberries, but still precious. And she gets even madder when you kiss her and tell her how adorable she is, when she’s clearly trying to get your attention back on her needs. Poor baby.
It’s official, she’s truly, utterly and completely mobile. She half crawls, half creeps to an object that looks even remotely stable and pulls herself up, often discovering that said object really isn’t that sturdy… She first started pulling up to her feet when she realized those would get her higher than just pulling to her knees. That started one afternoon while I was working…it hadn’t ever happened without help before.
She wants to walk sooo bad. She’s holding onto furniture and moving around a bit, not quite walking along with it, but definitely curious. She also tries letting go to see how long she’ll stay upright before gravity wins again. She’s pulled herself up on every object in the living room now.
They so weren’t kidding when they said “they grow up so fast”… I feel like I’m not keeping up. Her nursery still isn’t complete! We have shelves and pictures to hang yet! I haven’t made a single thing for her yet… not even a baby blanket. In fact, her changing table isn’t even ready and she’s practically outgrown it – the hutch has a lower shelf that should be removed prior to using it for a changing table, but they made it darn near impossible to remove and Eric still hasn’t tried again to figure it out. So when Aria flips over mid-diaper change she comes up against the shelf and keeps knocking her head against it trying to sit up. At first it frustrated her… now she thinks it’s funny.
Needless to say we haven’t baby proofed yet… she keeps finding interesting objects under the coffee table, or makes her way to the front door to see what the shoes taste like, or heaven forbid she discovers a magazine or newspaper… those things don’t stand even a moment’s chance against her. I was thinking that now that she’s finally learning how to fall by bending and landing on her butt instead of going stiff and bumping her head it might be OK to set her on the floor in any room and letting her explore. Can’t try right now though, since I’m most likely missing her learning to walk while I sulk in Chicago. Plus Eric advised me she’s bumped her head a dozen times since I left… My poor little explorer. At least this is the last trip of this type I’ll have to go on again, and just have the big Sales Meeting coming up and that will be it for travel for the foreseeable future. So I can be home to kiss her tears away.
I swear someone stole my little bundle of a bitty baby and traded her out for a wee tot of a girl. There is definitely a small person taking over my life and requiring gobs of attention. And snuggles. (Sometimes she squirms and pushes away while being held, but other times she tries to climb you and bury herself in you while you sit in the floor… very fickle little being).
Things Aria has learned to do in the last ten days:
– feed herself finger foods
– drink from a sippy cup
– crawl (unreliably)
– pull herself up and stand
– walk along furniture (unreliably)
Slow down my little baby!!