You’ll remember the phase RR went through when she suddenly started calling D “MamaDee” and our subsequent shock and horror that someone would have told her to call us by different names. By the way, thanks for sympathizing with us. Your dismay more than echoed our own and, as usual, made us feel like we were less alone in this parenting gig. Also, are you not friends with me on Facebook (assuming, of course, you are not overly concerned with the tyranny of The Man)? Because I’ll totally be your friend and then you’ll get to be outraged at awesome stuff like the time RR’s teachers sent home a note saying that she “did the opposite of everything her teachers said and then laughed in their faces.” Oh yeah, you missed that.
You’ll be happy to know that RR dropped Mamadee shortly after my post and has reverted to the much more tolerable combination of Mama (me) and Mama, Daddy and Mommy (D). We go with the flow. But then that solo letter came back. When RR gets frustrated or is speaking quickly, she tacks B onto the ends of words. As in, “No, Mama! No socks B!” and “ball and puzzle B and bunny.” Sometimes she throws it between sentences, “No fank you mama B. No shirt B.” It usually shows up when she’s feeling particularly strong about something. it’s almost as though it’s a word in the sentence.
Speaking of sentences, RR’s language has exploded in the past week. Before, we were getting three or four word, simple sentences. Now we are getting complex thoughts. For example, “Mama you sit here and mama you sit there and I’ll get a book.” Dude. This morning I heard, “Mama, got my my socks now where are my shoes?” And she certainly isn’t having trouble differentiating anymore, saying things like, “That’s mama’s, mama. I’ll give it to her.” Are you serious right now?*
So we have a language flood and the occasional B showing up. And now she says “uh”. I think she uses it as “um” and it appears before an answer to a question. Like: What color is your shirt? Uh. Pink. It’s not a drawn out uhhhh like you’d hear in a speech or if someone were pausing to think – though that’s what I think is happening. It’s a short clipped sound – like B is.
As per usual, I’m flapping my worries around here and hanging them out to dry. Meanwhile, I catch myself thinking. Is this Tourettes? Is this the start of a stutter? Have we somehow conveyed a perfection requirement and she’s stumbling to get answers right? She’s okay, isn’t she? And there you have it. There’s not much to be done about it since she’s perfectly intelligible and clearly her language is developing so fast it’s tripping over itself. I suppose we wait and see, right? In the meantime, thanks for reading B.
*Furthermore, I don’t know what to do with a child who, after hearing the definition of the word tailgating, commenced associating every other word she knew with tail. Tailgating, mama? Ponytail. Moses’ tail. Taaaaaiiiilllll.