Language and Antisocial Sadie

I haven’t written about Sadie’s language development/antics lately.  It’s been going so fast and furious that it’s about impossible to post every “hey, she said...” incident.

She says pretty much anything she feels like saying.  Including sentences and phrases.  Including multisyllabic words like “Valerie.” Usually as if she’s always been using the word; other times not so clearly.

She’s been learning her letters, walks around reciting letters randomly, knows what some words start with, and seems especially fond of the letter Z.  Also B.  She very nearly seems to have treated talking as if she needed to learn how the words are made first.  Or perhaps it was wanting to learn a lot of words and get them just right.

What precipitated this post was an incident today yesterday.  Not the slightly surprising but increasingly routine experience of her seeing a shopping cart and blurting out “cart!” Her first time saying the word, and it being one she doesn’t exactly hear often.  I think she expected I’d put her in it, but I let her walk around Michael’s, where she had a blast and especially loved the Christmas decorations.  We were there birthday shopping for her mother, but Sadie made out quite well too.

Nope.  In Wal-Mart, after Michael’s, she got disgruntled, both because I made her ride in the cart, and because of the sheer time we’d been shopping.  She was still as angelic as a 2 year old gets, which drew her some attention.

A woman pointed Sadie out to her kid as an example of behaving.  Right after that, having had a knot of people just pass by, Sadie exclaimed “go away people!”

An entirely different woman in earshot thought it was a riot and told Sadie she’d like to say that sometimes.

She’s said “go away” many times.  It’s one of her earliest and favorite phrases.  She has never said “people” as far as I know.  I’d call it a relatively sophisticated construction.  Not to mention a look into Sadie’s temperment that runs to the ornery.

Too funny.

Meanwhile, Valerie still says blah blah, and mama, and tries to say other words.  Last night she said dada for the first time.  She also seemed to attempt to say “bath tub” (it was in context, and bath is her favorite word that she understands), which came out as “bah tuh” as you’d expect for eight months old.  She very much wants to talk Right Now.  It’s as if she’s wired that way.  She’s slowed down in the walking department.  Rate she was going, it looked like she’d be doing it by now.  She’s picked up a little on the cruising, and she does things like step up onto my briefcase holding the corner of the desk, so she’s eye level with about where my hands are over the keyboard.  But walking?  Not just yet.

If only she would sleep reliably and not play refinery non-stop.  Producing gas, that is.  She gets excrutiating gas pain, and is a light sleeper.  Too much noise.  Too little noise.  Too much light.  Fluctuating light.  Cold.  Gas.  Planetary alignment.  You name it; she’ll wake right back up or not be able to get back to sleep.  Gas is the worst of it.  She shovels in food like she may never get fed again, then pays for it later.  On the other hand, it doesn’t always seem to correspond to anything particular.  Well, gas and the idea that something might just be happening that she will miss!  Sadie was never anything near that bad about fearing she’d miss all the action.

I guess that about covers it.  I’m wondering what I’ve forgotten.  They’re so much fun.

1. I told you Sadie was a smart squirt. 

   Posted by Ian  on  11/06  at  10:03 AM  from  Limbo
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