Mr. Pants has always loved music. But until last week he never actually sang a word of it with you. Not even a hum. Up until two months ago, he never sang at. all. Nothing. He'd listen but he never sang. When he started singing, it was so rock and roll. I'd hear him in his room, banging his piano and just wailing. "AHHHHH DAHHHHH DAHHHH!" like a baby Elton John. But no actual words. Well, last week after the 17,354th time we sang the Alphabet Song, I heard something amazing. I heard "A", "E", "H" and "W" (dubba-duh. Swoon). And that right there was the most beautiful thing. He was singing with me for the first time and I have been singing to him since before he was born so this was a long awaited moment for us. I started to record him. And he sang more. I'm telling you, if your child has a speech and laguage delay/disorder you need to try this! It has Mr. Pants completely enraptured. He laughs at himself and then sings along with himself on the video. That must be pretty crazy too. Dueting with yourself. Anyway, it's working. Just this week we got: car, Elmo, Ernie, cracker (he said this once about 6 months ago and never again), poop (yay!) and baby. He also says Ms. Plum's name and um yeah, it makes me cry. In the morning he says to Plum, "Hello baby" and I know that all is right in our little corner of the world. It's his first placing of two actual words together (Uh-Oh and Bye Bye don't count). I can't think a more awesome first pairing. Hello baby.
So here we are at a jumping off point. We've got a good fistful of words. Maybe even two fistfuls. We are hoping and praying he keeps them. I think he will. Something interesting though is that some pattern behavior (sounds nicer than OCD, doesn't it?) seems to be ramping up. I don't know if it's because he is on the cusp of a leap in his learning and it's a little scary for him or it just is what it is and we will have to come up with ways to deal. Either way we will. Just have to figure out the best way how. So far I am failing miserably at this part but one of these days we will have a light bulb moment. I'm sure of it. Until then Mr. Pants just might run a pattern of a loop through the house, pat Mama on the back, say bye bye to Daddy and open and close his bedroom door then repeat that pattern twenty eight times (yep, twenty eight) before getting in bed for the night. Hopefully we'll wittle that down a bit. Fingers crossed. But if not, we'll figure out how to live with it. Because when he wakes up in the morning the first thing he does is find his baby sister to tell her hello.
And remember when I said he was singing th Alphabet Song? He's got "F","G", "I", "J" "R" now too.
*Yes, I do play him the wildly inappropriate (for toddlers and gentle folk), thankfully unintelligable song Repeater. Hence the title of this post. He gets down with some very serious double monkey arms while dropping it like it's hot til around the second verse when he just starts spinning and spinning and falls down like a punk rock god into a heap on the floor. I also have on occassion (read: several times a day) just yelled out 123 REPEATER! when Mr. Pants starts opening and closing things. It is one of my parenting dreams that one day he looks up at me and beats me to the punch. 123 REPEATER!! he will say. It's gonna happen. Ah Fugazi. A sensory seeking toddler's dream band.