We are in the beginning stages of “Lasts” in our family. Nola Mae is our last baby as she keeps growing she will be the “last” of a lot of things around here. I may have to start a series of blog post of “lasts” and maybe “firsts”. One milestone that I missed this past year for “firsts” was that Robbie is the first to get to double digits in age now that he is 10! And soon he will be the first to drive and a few other “firsts” will happen that I don’t care to think about now.
Nola Mae is my last baby I will be pregnant with and give birth to, she will be my last baby in diapers, the last baby I will ever breastfeed, the last baby I will carry, and the last toddler in our house. I love toddlers, so I will be very sad when this stage is over.
I love the way toddler brains are absorbing everything around them. I love how they see something done once and they can do it themselves. I love watching them explore new things or figure out things on their own. I love watching them play and interact with others. I love it when they are being silly and they know it or when a big brother is being silly and they copy them. I love the innocence they have. I love it when they are jabbering away and you don’t know what they are trying to tell you. Or when someone else’s toddler is talking and all you hear is a foreign language and the mom translates for you and it all makes perfect sense. I love it when they start repeating every thing they hear.
Robbie amazed us with his baby sign language when he was a toddler. I think he had at least 50 signs in his vocabulary by the time he was 24 months old and by 26 months he was talking in sentences.
Charlie was a good-natured toddler, easy-going, didn’t use many signs and started talking before he was two years old and stuttered until he was about four.
Henry was so easy. He was a good-natured toddler and had two older brothers to help him with anything he needed. I really can’t remember when he started talking, one famous quote of Henry’s with my family was when he was about two years old he walked into the living room, full of my siblings, and said, “Me love donuts!”. I do remember trying to start baby signs with him. I stopped trying when they started making up signs for silly things and doing other hand motions for the signs that I wanted to work on. I just didn’t have the energy to take that on.
I am really bad at record keeping in the area of milestones! I have always wanted to write the number of words our kids could say at a certain point in their toddler years. I have a list somewhere of all the signs Robbie knew at one point. I don’t know when their first teeth came. If I thought really hard or searched my blog we could figure out when Robbie and Charlie lost their first teeth.
There are benefits to being the oldest and the baby of the family!
I have spent the last few days writing down the words I have heard Nola Mae say, without me trying to coax her. I really need to get this post done because her list of words is getting longer as I keep editing my words here in this post.
At 21 months:
Nola Mae can say everyone’s name in our family. Mama, Mom, Papa, Robbie, Charlie, Henny, Shadow, and Chili. Other names from our extended family: Granny and Susie. If you want to be on this list you will have to spend more time with us!
Nola Mae’s words:
- Wake (Wake up)
- Leeping (Sleeping)
- Marker (points to the marks on her head)
- No (I don’t know and shrugs her shoulders)
- Nake (Snake)
- Milk Please
- Thank you
- Ummy (Yummy)
- Son (Some as in “I want some”)
- Pockie (Pocket)
- Get it
- Fix it
- Happy (Help me)
- Found it!
- Bove (Glove)
- Bee (any kind of bug)
- Apple (Pineapple)
- Excuse me
- Wait (with her pointer finger in the air)
- Hand! (Dirty hand)
- Pennel (Kennel)
- Footers (Slippers)
The one word I am most proud of (NOT) is: 76. Shit
77. Stuck (see my Mom’s comment).
Nola Mae has a few two-word and an occasional three-word sentences. And some of the words above are used in combination with each other. For example, “Pants on. Marker head. Butter ummy!!!”
A funny thing she has recently done is say “Sshh!” to Henry when he is talking a lot. Henry is the most talkative 4-year-old out of all our boys. This makes me laugh, secretly of course, every time. The first time she used “Sshh!” was when we were waiting in line at a store and a 3-year-old child was whining about something to the mom and Nola Mae started Sshhing her. Thankfully, they didn’t notice.