You might think my kid doesn’t talk. And you’d sort of be right. After all, “ba-ba-ba” could mean many things. (Bottle? Belle? Baklava?)
So he doesn’t speak, exactly, but he does have a knack for making himself perfectly understood. Allow me to translate…
If he tries to dive-bomb out of your arms, that means he would like to be held by the person standing next to you.
If you’re holding him in the kitchen and he is whiny and you walk out of the kitchen and he melts down… that means, “Dang it, you moron, I want MILK. It’s in the REFRIGERATOR. The toy tow truck is not what I’m after right now.”
Tapping the high chair tray and smiling means “Yum! May I have some more?”
Staring you straight in the eye while dropping food on the floor means “All done! Very full!”
Shoving food violently away and screaming means “Ew, that’s disgusting! Didn’t you hear me when I said I wanted MILK?!”
It seems he is most expressive when it comes to food. At daycare, Ms. Jen swears that Ryan will often finish his lunch, look her straight in the eye and say, “And there are Cheerios with this meal, too, riiiight?”
I am trying to be patient.
He is making himself so well understood, I wonder whether he’ll ever talk or whether he’ll be 32 years old and yelling “Mmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaa” whenever he’s frustrated.