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What's that Lassie? Timmy fell down a well?
Uh, um babadub.
What's that Asa? The balloon floated into the bathtub and you can't get it out?
And so the day goes. Asa encounters a problem. He appeals to me through a series of sounds strung together in a usually undiscernable way and I get to play detective and interpreter to figure out what he is trying to tell me.
There are a few words in his vocabulary that I understand but mostly they all sound like either "mama" or "ball." The rest of the time he communicates through a series of "uhh"s, "ummm"s, and "blabublub"s. (I really love the blabublubs the best and I think this is the word for marshmallow, balloon, or something else super cute.) Often he physically pulls on my leg and drags me to where the problem lies - usually a ball stuck somewhere or a snack he wants in the pantry.
Most of the time, Ican figure it out but you probably wouldn't be able to.
Asa never got into sign language. While Asher quickly picked up on being able to say the necessities like more, milk, thank you, and a wide variety of animals, Asa never showed any attempts to try our terms of communication. He prefers the screaming, dragging, and temper tantrum ways of letting us know he needs something.
He presents the fact that there is a problem. Then we spend the effort to figure out what the problem is.
"Rawr, AHHHHH, RAWR"
Oh, your dinosaur is stuck under the chair?
"Uh-huh"
"MaMa, ahh, Mama, Mama"
Would you like some milk, Asa?
"AHHHHH, ahhh Mama"
Oh, you need some water?
"Uh-huh"
Everyday my prayer for Asa is that we will be able to understand him. Amelie prides herself in being able to understand Asa's babytalk and actually often she is the one who figures out what he is screaming about.
He is not even two yet, and maybe my expectations are too high. But then I see other toddlers speaking in full sentences that I, as a stranger, completely understand and I laugh at our cryptic Lassie/interpreter relationship.
"Ahhh, mama, Ahhh, gaaa"
What's that Asa? You can't find giraffe in your bed?
Got to go put on my interpreter hat.
Such is life with my Buddy Boo.
What's that Lassie? Timmy fell down a well?
Uh, um babadub.
What's that Asa? The balloon floated into the bathtub and you can't get it out?And so the day goes. Asa encounters a problem. He appeals to me through a series of sounds strung together in a usually undiscernable way and I get to play detective and interpreter to figure out what he is trying to tell me.
There are a few words in his vocabulary that I understand but mostly they all sound like either "mama" or "ball." The rest of the time he communicates through a series of "uhh"s, "ummm"s, and "blabublub"s. (I really love the blabublubs the best and I think this is the word for marshmallow, balloon, or something else super cute.) Often he physically pulls on my leg and drags me to where the problem lies - usually a ball stuck somewhere or a snack he wants in the pantry.
Most of the time, Ican figure it out but you probably wouldn't be able to.
Asa never got into sign language. While Asher quickly picked up on being able to say the necessities like more, milk, thank you, and a wide variety of animals, Asa never showed any attempts to try our terms of communication. He prefers the screaming, dragging, and temper tantrum ways of letting us know he needs something.
He presents the fact that there is a problem. Then we spend the effort to figure out what the problem is.
"Rawr, AHHHHH, RAWR"
Oh, your dinosaur is stuck under the chair?
"Uh-huh"
"MaMa, ahh, Mama, Mama"
Would you like some milk, Asa?
"AHHHHH, ahhh Mama"
Oh, you need some water?
"Uh-huh"
Everyday my prayer for Asa is that we will be able to understand him. Amelie prides herself in being able to understand Asa's babytalk and actually often she is the one who figures out what he is screaming about.
He is not even two yet, and maybe my expectations are too high. But then I see other toddlers speaking in full sentences that I, as a stranger, completely understand and I laugh at our cryptic Lassie/interpreter relationship.
"Ahhh, mama, Ahhh, gaaa"
What's that Asa? You can't find giraffe in your bed?
Got to go put on my interpreter hat.
Such is life with my Buddy Boo.
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