Friday, April 8, 2011

No Gamma No

My youngest is a quarter of the way through his 3rd year, yet still doesn't speak a language that is understandable to anyone other than himself. Now I am not saying that he has problems communicating, he definitely does not. He may not be able (or willing) to audibly tell you what he wants from you in a language you understand, but he has absolutely no difficulty pushing, pulling, dragging, pointing and screeching his wishes to you. This is an issue that while it doesn't necessarily worry me (I believe I have mentioned in a past post that his aunt didn't speak intelligible sentences until she was in like junior high), but it does frustrate the snot out of me.

Well, about a week ago he when with his mother to an out of town meeting and stayed with his gamma for two days. Apparently, she decided it was time for him to learn to talk and taught him to say the ever so useful work..."NO". Thanks gamma. Wasn't there any other word you could have taught him; "mom," "dad," "brother," ... "YES"? The one consolation I have taken in his not speaking a language I understand was that he at least was not going around saying the one word that all parents associate with the "terrible twos"... "no, No, NO!"

However, I have to say that this has seemed to jump start an ever so slight effort on his part to communicate in a language the rest of the family speaks. Since returning from Gamma's, he has added to his "No" words that sound like attempts to say "up," "light," "milk," a clearer version of "more," and "booger" which we--his oldest brother and I--are trying to get him to call his next oldest brother. Sadly, he tonight uttered something that was awful close to that brother's actually name.

So, I suppose that I will have to remove the afore mentioned sarcasm toward my mother-n-law and actually say, "Thank you, Gamma!"

New Nephew

Here is to my nephew, Zeke. Though we never met, nor even knew the other existed in the 18 days we were related, nonetheless I sense a void in my life that I cannot wait to be filled in eternity.

For Zeke's story, go to www.missionarydoctors.blogspot.com