Saturday, May 27, 2006
pure genius
I know all parents think that their first-born children are intelligent. They hope and dream for better lives for their kids then had. They muse over whether or not their child will be a doctor… lawyer… the next president. They love their child to death.
Bear and I were determined to let Nut decide for himself what he wants to be when he grows up. Despite the subtle hints from evil grandparents with all the flying and space clothing and toys, we have decided to let Nut just be a kid. That was the deal… until last week when everything changed with one simple word: “Hi!”
Bear was changing Nut, late in the evening last week and he was talking to him as he always does. “Oh Mr. Nut nut, you are so funny… what’s that you say? You want a sister? We should tell mommy that when she wakes up”
Yeah, I rolled my eyes, seeing as I wasn’t asleep yet.
“What’s that Nut? You love dad? Of course you do. Where is that smile that I love so much? There it is! Hello Nut!”
“Hi.”
My eyes burst open. Bear has stopped mid-diaper change. Even in the eerie night-light we use in our room at night with diaper changes as not to wake the sleeping spouse, I can see him looking quizzically at Nut.
It has to be a total fluke. It written on Bear’s face.
“Hello Nut.” Bear says again.
“HI!”
I SIT STRAIGHT UP IN BED.
“Did he….?
“I think so. It has to be a fluke. He’s to young isn’t he?”
“hi hi hi!!!”
ohmigod… my 11 week old is talking. I jumped out of bed and ran over to Peanut. Looking at me he grins his gummy grin, claps his hands once and then screeches his hands over his head in his superman pose.
“Hi Peanut. Say hi to mommy” I gush.
“Hi.”
Still skeptical, bear and I have ignored the fact that Nut has said his first word so early. It seems not possible. Then this week the vocabulary continued.
While screaming and crying earlier, an enviable word came out… “dada”. I look at Nut in my arms. He is flailing around but one arm keeps his hand to his forehead. More screaming and “dada”. I look at the hand at his forehead. Could this duel immersion language thing I have been doing actually be taking hold. I hand the Nut over to Bear he quiets instantly.
Last night, after our date, we come home to a crying nut. In the hysterical sobs, you guessed it, “Mama”. This was also with his hand against his chin.
The significance of the hands? Hand to the forehead is sign language for dad and hand to the chin, more or else, is the sign for mom.
My son is a genius.
Oh yes, an absolute genius.
posted by Nut's mom at 9:03 PM
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3 Comments:
WOW :)
Thats great!!! I guess he's following after his super studious and bright mom :)
That is wonderful! What a great first word. :)
Great post...congrats on best post...
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