Yes, it’s here. The language explosion. Spoken, that is. Of course our heads are exploding from the cuteness. Who knew that the word “button” could be so adorable? Hmmm. Then Gramma came to visit. Gramma is Italian. And lives on Long Island. Stands to reason she likes to talk. And Violet loves talking to her. The two of them just chatted away the entire weekend. Now it’s like the flood-gates have opened. She repeats anything. And she’s very proud of herself.
The language nerd in me is having a lot of fun noticing her learning process: dropping initial or final consonants, using creative ways to get around diphthongs & blends, chunking phrases into single words, etc. And it’s amazing how quickly these phases pass. I’m really having a hard time keeping up. She even seems to have a vague idea about the use of pronouns which, for some reason, makes me very happy.
This kid is unbelievably fun. However… when I went to pick her up from school on Thursday, her teacher looked at me seriously, lowered her voice and said, “I need to have a talk with you and Violet.” We knelt down and Violet immediately started looking guilty; avoiding my eyes, trying to hide behind me. “Every day after lunch,” Ms. Karen began, “Violet waits for our backs to be turned then sneaks to the garbage can. She squeezes her arm through the child-gate, finds the bottle of chocolate milk that Jackson has thrown away, then drinks it.” Sure enough, she had a tell-tale chocolate dribble on her t-shirt. “And when we were playing with beans today at the table she would steal one, hide it in her hand and walk away when our backs were turned. We warned her several times. So then she just showed us that she was stealing the bean, said “bye-bye!” and walked away. We had to put her in time-out.” And this point Violet was hugging me and pleading “Home! Home!”. I had a really hard time not laughing as I tried to quickly “discuss” her behavior with her. She knew exactly what we were talking about. But all I could think was, “Haha!! She’s testing someone else! Welcome to my world. Woohoo!”
Indication of teenage years ahead? Yikes.