Thursday, 3 February 2011
Lewis: pointing up,"Da???"
Mommy: Sky? Light? Birdy?
Lewis: pointing to his head "Ha"
Mommy: Hair? Head?
Lewis: pointing to the street "Ca"
Lewis pointing in the kitchen: "Ma"
Mommy: Mug? Water?
I just keep naming things until he smiles. I had thought it is because I named what he wanted. Now that I think about it, it is maybe just that he is finding my frantic ping ponging of naming exercise humorous.
He can name cheese (cheeeeee) cream cheese (chee cheee), chicken (kik), balloon (baaallo), ball (baaa), dog (daaa). And anything with wheels deserves a point. Cars, buses, bikes, prams. Over and over and over. And has put together that something like water is in the vases, in the sink, in his cup and all sorts of weird places. Pots (pa) and pans (pah) have covers (off= ooof and on = ahhh) and putting various their lids on things is enormously fun.
What is enormously fun for me is seeing his brain literally expand right in front of me. I can see the lights of understanding go on. Wow. And we can talk! I say things and he understands me. I ask him to go get something and he does. Miracle. I can tell him what we are going to do. (Time for bed, let's go outside, let's have a snack, let's find Daddy.) It feels respectful and collaborative now that we can *be* together in a different way. He points to people in photos around the house and names them. I am pleased to note he has recognised me in a picture, as well as Da and Baba (Auntie Barbara!)
I can't always guess or translate his insistent "ba!!!!!" and enthisiastic pointing but I can try. I can listen to him and hear what is is saying behind the words. What I want him to know is that I am here and I hear him.