My little "Late Talker"...

Wow! I can't believe I have been motivated to create my own blog. Seems like only a short while ago my life had absolutely nothing to blog about, but now with little guy, Aidan, talking up a storm, it seemed like I needed a place to write it all down, and paper and pen just doesn't cut it these days. I don't want Aidan to look back and think his mom wasn't hip or cool. I can get jiggy with it...blog style! (That should show you just how "not hip" I am !)

Any way, about us. I am Lisa, full time mother to Aidan, full time wife/zookeeper to Nathan and goddess of Swedish furniture by night. Nathan and I have been married for 5 years and Aidan has just turned 3. He was a happy, beautiful, healthy baby who developed perfectly...except for the fact that until 2 months ago, he didn't have a lot to say. He never had a problem getting his needs across. He was very creative and getting our attention, running to the fridge and pointing, grunting and using his one very useful word that he had learned...HELP!! We started to get worried when he turned 2 and he was supposed to be using 50 words and he had 3 or 4. People kept saying "Relax, he'll talk when he is ready" or "Enjoy the quiet now cause when he does talk, you won't get him to shut up". God how I wanted to punch them square in the kidneys everytime I heard that, but now I am glad I didn't. By George they were right!

We tried speech therapy every week and that helped us get started. Soon Aidan was saying 6 or 7 words and after a few months we made it to double digits. He was starting to get more consonant sounds and stringing them together however he saw fit...in a language only a mother could truly understand. Who else would know that Baa meant "Bear in the Big Blue House" where as Daa meant "Where is Daddy?" A mother's intuition can only get you so far though and Aidan was becoming increasingly frustrated when he couldn't get me to understand what he wanted. Temper tantrums were very common for my little Late Talker and Kahlua in my coffee was getting to be a common thing for mommy in the evenings. (It's much better than pulling your hair out!!)

Then just before Christmas last year, it seemed like a lightbulb went off in his head and new words started coming out of his mouth several times a day. He was becoming a TALKER!!

We were getting ready to go and see my inlaws for the holidays. They live across the country and hadn't seen Aidan in 18 months. They would talk to him on the phone, but the conversations were pretty one sided when Aidan would just sit and listen and occasionally blow kisses into the phone. 2 months ago, he was able to get off the plane, run up to them and say "Hi Gramma", "Hi Grampa". No one could believe (me included) that this was the same kid who would barely say "juice" a month before.

Thus the reason for this blog...he now says so many funny things, I don't want to forget any of them.

Just last week, on Valentine's Day, his Dad ate the last chocolate Aidan had been saving from Grandma and Grandpa. Aidan was so mad, he took the empty box off the kitchen table, shoved it under his Dad's nose and said (in his most sarcastic 3 year old voice) "Are you full now Dad?"

I almost wet myself and knew I should scold him for talking disrespectfully to his father, but how can you be mad at a kid with such great comedic timing??

Hope you enjoy reading. I promise all my posts won't be so long!