May 31, 2009
Living With a Little Cave Man
Tucker's language development or lack thereof has been a concern of mine for a while now. Even after our faithful pediatrician reassured me that he is just fine developmentally, I know that he lags behind the other babies at this age. I know, I know ... THE golden rule of parenting. Never, ever, under any circumstances compare babies. I know this and yet I still do it. The 3 other babies were very eloquent speakers by the tender age of 15 months. Silas knew all of the animal sounds and could even correctly locate and name his elbow. Gavin wasn't quite so advanced, but could and would communicate his needs and wants in words. Amelia spouted long tirades and quoted Shakespeare at 15 months (I jest, almost). But wee Tucker grunts and points and is relatively silent. He has a handful of words that he pours out at sporadic periods throughout the day. A momma here; a dadda there. He knows Silas (yaya) and HEY! When asked, he can say that the cow says moo, but other than that; we have nothing. I would like to say that he's just very introverted; a thinker amongst scholars. But the truth is, he seems like a lost soul most of the time. Wandering the house in aimless pursuit of fun and the rare spare raisin left on the floor. When he actually wants something, he'll point to it and grunt "un." Attempts to teach him proper language skills fall to the side and every day is a repeat of the day before.
On the positive side, he is VERY passionate and loves his family ferociously. Perhaps one day, he'll acquire a love for language as well and abandon his grunts and pointing for actual communication.