We keep hoping Kiddo#4 will be “our boy who doesn’t require speech therapy.”
So far, Kiddo#2 was speaking in whole sentences and composing sonnets by 10 months of age, and the other two needed a speech therapist to tell them to say “more” instead of emitting a bloodcurdling scream at the dinner table.
It’s tough to tell early on whether Kiddo#4 will follow the trail blazed by his brothers or the lead of sister, who very quietly at age 12 months was reciting the planets along with her brother. (If I can find the video of that, I’ll post it. I promise.)
But I think we have a winner, and Kiddo#4 is going to talk on his own.
On Thursday last week, I realized that K4 is seven months old, which is the age when babies who are raised in signing households begin to make their first recognizable signs. Also, the week before he’d begun to wave at people.
That’s infant remote control, by the way. He loved the fact that he could make people wave at him by waving at them. It’s like magic! He waves. They wave. He waves again. They wave again. He smiles. They smile. He waves. They wave. It worked really well.
Anyhow, on Thursday, whenever he finished eating, I would say, “Would you like some more?” and do the “more” sign. That’s just me putting my thumb and first two fingers together on each hand, and then bringing the tips together a few times. I’d let about two seconds elapse and then hand him another piece of food.
On Friday, I continued this.
On Saturday at lunch, I looked up to see him finish a graham cracker and then bring his fists together.
I said, “More?!” and he smiled really big. So I gave him more graham cracker, and he looked tremendously pleased with himself.
(You might want to turn off the sound for this one. My older kids were proving that speech isn’t always a blessing in a child. Ugh.)
But seriously, a remote control for Mommy. What could be better?