When Wyatt was a toddler, around 18-24 months (give or take), he had his own little language. I know that most kids do, but Wyatt is mine...so therefore, his lanuage was special. :)
I don't remember exactly when we noticed that his babbling was more than that, that he really was talking.
It most likely was when we noticed that he was calling his Grandparents "mooma" and "poopa". Actually, at that time, any old(er) person was classified this way.
He had more words in his little dictionary too:
Deetoe = downstairs
Beetoe = teady bear
Teekoe = truck
I know there were more made up words with thier own meanings, but these were my absolute favorite.
When we realized what these words really were and what they really meant, we (of course) corrected his speech. The funny thing is that as he started to use them less and less the more I noticed that he was growing and changing.
I began to miss the baby that I used to have - even while loving the little boy and young man that he is becoming
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