Toddler Talk

I think the kids are at their most adorable when they first start talking. And I don’t mean talking talking. There is this phase between babbling and speech when they become so vocal about everything! You cannot understand it all, but if you know your kid, and as a parent you do, the sounds soon start to make sense and suddenly, even though they can’t form completely proper words yet, you start communicating.

A while ago I talked to a friend whose son is three and doesn’t talk. At all. They took him to the doctor to check if there was a problem somewhere in his mental or physical development but there was nothing, the kid is healthy, bright and he obviously understands everything. What the paediatrician did say, though, was that he doesn’t talk because he doesn’t need to! He doesn’t go to kindergarten and his grandma who is watching him during the day answers his every whim before he even asks for it. So it goes somewhat like this:


Grandma: What would you like for breakfast, Tom (let’s name this imaginary conversation counterpart Tom)?

Tom points his stare and finger towards the refrigerator.

Grandma opens the fridge: Would you like some butter?

Tom shakes his head no and points more fixedly to the fridge.

Grandma: Would you like marmalade?

Tom shakes his head no.

Grandma: Would you like peanut butter? Cereal? Honey?

Tom shakes his head vigorously again and starts whining.

Grandma takes him out of his high chair and takes him to the fridge so he could show her what he wants.

Tom points out cheese spread and they happily enjoy their breakfast ever after.

Moral of the story: In the name of all that is holy, woman, let (make) the boy tell you what he wants!


My kid started with his limited word selection a couple of months ago. He must have loved the sound of “lolo” because why else would he use it so much? Lolo could be either water, ball, flower or even puddle. I would know which one it was if we were outside and I saw him looking at the thing, but when he remembered his lolo out of nowhere I’d be in the dark. So he gradually started distinguishing letters and words and he is way better at it now. There are no more lolos, water is now wotta, ball is ball, flower is flowa. And he is so proud when he says something right! We would go on a walk and he would say pudd and I’d say puddle. Then he’d say pudd for twenty more times and then he would finally make it to puddle and he’d look at me with those big eyes with a million dollar smile on his face and say: “Mummy, PUDDLE!”

Adorable, I told you, says a very biased mum. 🙂


Do your kids talk yet? Do they crack you up? Did you experience any speech difficulties? Tell me in comments!