It was this week that the realization that Pantsinese is becoming less and less prominent and words, actual English words, are starting to form and become regular chatting material. He has been delighting in naming things. He is requesting (demanding?) snacks by shouting and pointing "Ah Neeeeee!". It took us weeks to figure out that he was saying "I need". He has put together a few choice phrases too. "No no, Loya!" comes out when Ms. Plum is attempting to snatch a toy from him or "bye bye daddy!" or "de ah go!" when he gives you something. My new fave is "OK!" when I ask him to do something. It's a beautiful thing to hear. And he is super proud of himself. I can see a very specific light in his eyes when he realizes that we have understood him. He gets so excited and tries to start naming everything in the room "Cahhr!", "EhMo!", "Eye!". So we have been working so hard on naming and repeating. Nothing too complicated. Just very simple naming and repeating.
So then, you can imagine what happened in my heart on tuesday when he counted to thirteen. I shit you not. My kid, who doesn't talk, counted to flipping THIRTEEN! MB, our Head Start home visitor, was here working with him and she gave him a snack. Little Lorna Doone cookies and juice box. Mr. Pants went straight to work taking them all out of the package and lining them up in a perfect straight line. Then he blew us away. "One, twoooo, teee, fo, figh,sik,sehen,eigh,nine, teh, evan,telp,hurty". And he didn't just count. He pointed to each one and correctly named the number that belonged to them. Distinguishing between cookie number two and cookie number three. My eyes teared up. Did that just happen? I looked to MB and she had a look on her face that said, "amazing". I asked her if I had heard what I thought I did. "Yep. He did. And that's amazing", she said with pride in her voice. I asked her if two and half year olds should be able to do that and she said, "Counting sure, but actually assigning correct numbers and pointing to each one?". That was kind of mind blowing for a kiddo his age.
So it is clear that we, in fact, have a genius on our hands. Obviously. I have the smartest two year old ever born. And yeah, I am only half serious about that but after last night, I just might really think it. Because as I was pointing out colors of the Christmas tree lights and trying to get him to name them for me (he refused all but yellow), he looked at me for a second like he was really in deep thought, stood up, sauntered over to the TV and spelled out SONY. A little backwards but exactly right. "oh,why,ess,ehhn", he said as he pointed to the corresponding letter. I peed a little in my pants and thought to myself, "Are you for real, kid? Did you seriously just poo poo my colors lesson and one up me by frigging SPELLING?". I put my head down so that he would not see the tears in my eyes. I didn't want him to think that him spelling made me sad. I pulled my shit together and looked up and gave him the biggest grin and encouraged him to do it again. "Where's the S?", he pointed to the S. and on and on. He did it again. And when he felt that I was excited, he got excited too and he laughed and giggled and tackled me. Ow. My little Einstien.