So I’ve been wanting to post about this for a while. But I’m almost embarrassed to. Why, you ask? Because you will all tell me to relax, she’s just fine, she’s only 13 months old, she’s a bi-lingual baby for crying-out-loud, yada yada yada.
But since the entire world’s blogging about how verbal their babies are, well, um, I just wanted to share how verbal ours isn’t.
There. you can all go laugh at me now, and lovingly tell me not to worry, etc. etc. etc. But if I am true to myself, then this blog is a place of expression and a vent for me to release my anxiety, so that it doesn’t linger within me. So even though my intellect KNOWS that all is well in Malka Palka Pooka Palka land, I mean heck, her canines are coming in, she’s walking ALL over the place, climbing, and doing everything babies that are 13 months old SHOULD be doing. Except using words. She will repeat ba ba and she’ll string consonants and vowels together – like baba dada ah! ah! gaga, and a few “words” that sound like doggy and eemah, but we aren’t convinced that she actually knows what she’s saying.
She CAN point to my “peh” (mouth), and my “af” (nose), and her “ozen” (ears), and she understands that when we are walking down the hall, and I say, let’s go have a bath, she’ll walk to the bathroom, and not her bedroom; she’ll go to her high chair in the morning when I tell her it’s time for her waffle, and she’ll have a “conversation” with me, but it’s all in “Malka-ese.”
There are no concrete words yet. I KNOW our child is perfect and fabulous just the way she is, and I understand that babies that are being brought up to be bi-lingual have language delays, and I’m OK with that. Really I am.
I guess I’m just sharing my “worried Eemah” moment with you, is all.