Earlier this month, goldengrove
received an "At 30 months, your toddler..." email from a baby site she'd been using.
Your toddler is becoming increasingly good at matching words with the objects they describe. She can name a few body parts, some colours and even a friend or two.
I can only assume that's the baseline for "if they are below that, you might want to see a doctor to make sure your child is not broken", because Hamish is significantly further along language-wise than that and has been for months. Even in his sleep. "Hamish is eating some eggs, yom yom" drifted out of the bedroom during the month while he was dead to the world.
I think I've said before that I think some of his development in this area is because we refuse to talk baby talk to him. We slow down... well, I have to slow down to talk to people properly anyway... and talk clearly, and sometimes we phrase things with words that are easy to distinguish. Sometimes I get half way through a concept and have to say "this is a bit hard to explain", which means Hamish now says "its a bit hard" when he has trouble doing something. But there's no "aww did woo fall and hurt your botty bot?" sort of interactions with him, and its a little weird when people do talk to him that way - to be honest he looks at them like they are idiots.
He vaccuums up ideas and spits them back at you. I went to a concert with tacomonkey
went to geekweevil
's party, so Hamish went and stayed with goldengrove
's mum. When I said I was going to another gig a few days later, he told me he was going to Grandma's again. tacomonkey
asked him how many legs a bunch of people had - rabbits, Hamish, Daddy, tacomonkey
all had two legs. "How many legs does everybody have?" "LOTS!" His memory is a bit random, but there are occasionally things that persist over months - tacomonkey
pointed out Monash on a map and said that is where me and her work, and he piped up with "and Richard works!" tho he hadn't been there for weeks. I am not sure if he remembers actually going to the show, or just remembers me talking about the photos of it, but he's said "go to the show with Bonnie" a couple of times - and that was back in September.
In some ways, its lovely that he can express what he wants, but in others it would be nice to be a little less sure. There's only so many times that you can be asked to 'play trains?' before it starts to get a bit tiresome. Making it worse now is that he's grasped that 'Please' is good to say before being asked - "please daddy, come play big trains in Hamish's room?" *puppy eyes* is difficult to resist, even the 80th time in a given day. More distressing was having him wail for 20 minutes for "sleep with mummy in big bed" that turned into "pleeeeease daaadddy, Hamish sleep with mummy in biiiig beedd" and inconsolable wailing.
Pronouns do seem to be a bit too confusing still, so he tends to refer to everyone and everything by their proper name, meaning that when he talks about himself he tends to talk in the third person. Second person is sometimes right, and well, third person is ok for obvious reasons. Subject and object are usually ok, unless he's missing a couple of words from a sentance.
Weirdly he also makes less sense now that he is talking so much. I am not sure if its that running words together makes it harder to pick out particular words from a sentance, or if he is playing up a bit. He used to say 'par'n me' (pardon me) clearly enough, but now he says something closer to 'panic cowwww!'.
Hamish's imaginitive play is getting more intricate, and he's starting to project more complicated concepts onto the things he played with. The little face on minesweeper needs eyedrops when a mine blows up. His trains are going to the beach, where they see birds and build sand castles. The bath toys are going to the shops for milk, but stop at the park and go on slides. At one point in the last month, he used his etch-a-sketch toy to draw his breakfast, and was picking up drawings and eating them. He tried to pick up his drink, but put it back down and said "I drewed it a bit hot". While we were at the park one day, he was pulling icecream off the coloured abacus balls and feeding it to another little girl who was a kangaroo (apparently blue is chocolate). Thinking about it, for a little boy who won't actually eat very much, his play often orients around food.
Things that went on - next door's house was knocked down, providing Hamish days of entertainment as a digger was onsite smashing down the house and then scooping up the bricks. tacomonkey
and I went swimming at Nunawading pools. Hamish has kind of grasped the basics of swimming, but the whole "don't breathe the water" thing hasn't quite sunk in yet. If I go under the water and breathe bubbles at him, that is temporarily the funniest thing in the whole world. goldengrove
went to the Monash pools with him as well, and he grabbed onto the kickboard while they went to the deepest part of the pool.
Grandma Marion and Aunt Judith came and babysit one afternoon, and then Hamish went over there over night. We went to Dougal's open sauce day, and Hamish chased older kids around and stared at chickens and contemplated eating all of the mint in their garden. We visited benji_w
, Ainsley and Jeremy. Hamish 'helped' clean out tacomonkey
's old house when they moved out, and watched with bemusement when ours leaked in the giant rainstorm. We visited Exhibition gardens and played on the playground out the back of the new museum (its new dammit). He's gone with goldengrove
to all their regular weekly things, Mum's group, the library storytime, and playgroup (I took him once again as well, when goldengrove
was sick for a day with book poisoning).
Most insane thing he did this month? Stuffed dry biscuits in the toes of his sandals, between his feet and the sole.
These are getting a bit harder to write, because the urge is there to just list all the cute conversations we have had, but that feels a bit lame. So I just thought I'd say thanks for the feedback people give in real life and online that they are enjoying things :) At some point I might stop doing this, because it will go from being a journal of Hamish's development to stalking him, but that day is yet to come.Speaking of stalking...